Lyrics:
sound.
From the caravan,
I hear the fairground band,
Sounding good as they can be.
You know I can't be found,
But if you look around,
Tomorrow
And roll on, brother
In the wheel inside the wheel
Mardi Gras Indians chant
In the streets at sundown
Spy boy meets Spy boy
And Big Chief meets Big
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm
climbing
Driven by a dream
Of a living stream
The Thunderbird rains life from his wings
An Indian summer like no other kind
Baked their breads
Baked their
all you need to know is I'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black
going on today
Indians tryin' & cryin'
Da chief of a redskin is dyin'
Da message is very clear
Listen while they're near
Why don't you leave me
Oh yes indeed, when I'm in need
Of stress relief, I roll some weed
That's Indian M-E-Ds
When I chief, homie can't you see?
We S-A-V-A-G-E-S
settlers
And the Plains Indians
Was to become more violent and tragic still
And if the Indians continued their
Barbaritieswipe them out man
Women
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
of the Clearwater gold glittered in the pan
And the word would come from Washington: remove the Indian
[Chorus]
The chief spoke to the People in his anger
enough indians too many chiefs
Life is crazy you can't disagree
俺の頭足りない
Complacency gonna kill me
一日何も無い痛い
ヤバイ橋もちろん 渡りたい
Without risk life is wack 絶対に
俺以外
and police
When the thing dem a drum and di thing dem a beat
From dem a play cowboy, and Indian, and Chief
From the first, to the third, straight up
Havin' followers of Indians trying to play Chief
You witness the saga, casualties and drama
Life is a script, I'm not a actor but the author
Of a modern
to the manor house to pay the Great Patroon
We had taken our wilderness
And turned the Earth to bounty by the rake's caress
Never owning what we tilled
Devastation, Or Moors
Elimination, By Spain
No sense in making, Title Caucasian
After a mountain's name, Between, Russia and China plains
Where Mongolians stayed
on colored screens
All I hear about is chiefs but they're all long deceased
Man I wish could've seen you play ball on TV
I wish that you'd receive the same
Which way to go?
(Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief)
So much comes at you
Too much for me
Which way to go?
Elusive dreams and vague desires
Fanned
Knuckle merchants and your bankers too
Must get up and learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M.,
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
Knuckle merchants and your bankers too
Must get up and learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M.,
bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out
Indian
Me take the money and the gold
And burn the wagon
Rush up John Wayne an' the one Levon
Him cavalry friend, we burst them one by one
And they rest
Which way to go?
(Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief)
So much comes at you
Too much for me
Which way to go?
Elusive dreams and vague desires
Fanned
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