The Reservation is dry of everything except alcohol

But then again there’s not much else to drink after all

The White Man’s poison course through our veins

We were once wild stallions, but now ruled by the reins

Keepers and maintainers of the Great Plains

But now it’s ashes, nothing remains

Nothing remains besides my peoples’ pain

As we were ripped from our home domain

The white men put liquor stores on every corner

Alcohol, the poison which kills, and makes us the mourners

Our tears salt the Earth, our blood colors the sand

On the Earth that is no man’s land

We’re so tired of burying our family and our friends

They’re dying of unjust causes, is there really no end

It’s like the White Men put alcohol on every block on purpose

Most Natives rely on social service

My people are a dying breed

Our Mother Earth and our Father Sun grieve as we bleed

Young children escape through the use of weed

We would beg but no one listens to our plead

No one helps, and this life is messing with our seed

This way of life makes it harder to succeed

Reliance on the government makes it hard to get what we need

But in the end it's our cries, no one will heed