Indigo Girls: Bury my heart at wounded rnee

Indian legislation's on the desk of a do-right Congressman He don't know much about the issues So he picks up the phone and calls the senator out in Indian Country A darling of the energy companies ripping off what's left Of the reservation I learned a safety rule, I don't know who to thank Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank They're sending federal tanks It isn't nice but it's reality Bury my heart at Wounded Knee I said deep in the earth Won't you cover me with pretty lies Bury my heart at Wounded Knee We got these energy companies, they're trying to take the land And we got churches by the dozen trying to guide our hand And sign our Mother Earth over to pollution, war, and greed (no, no) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (I said deep in the earth) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (Cover me with pretty lies) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee We got the federal marshalls, we got the covert spies We got the liars by the fire, got the FBI They lie in court and get nailed but still Leonard Peltier goes off to jail The bullets don't match the gun! Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (an eighth of the reservation) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (transferred in secret) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (got your murder and intimidation) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (bury me, bury me, bury me) My girlfriend Anna Mae talked about uranium Her head was full of bullets and her body dumped The FBI cut off her hand and told us she died of exposure (yeah right) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (I said deep in the earth) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (Won't you cover me with your pretty lies) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Talk about (hey!) a revolution (They stole my land, They won't steal my soul) We had the gold rush wars, why didn't we learn to crawl? And now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl They tell me, "honey, don't be so uptight you can still be an Indian down at the Y on Saturday night" Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (deep in the earth) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (cover me with your pretty lies) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (bury me, bury me, bury me) Bury my heart (an eighth of the reservation) Bury my heart (was transferred in secret) Bury my heart (got your murder and your intimidation) (Bury me, bury me, bury me) Bury my heart Bury my heart Bury my heart Bury my heart