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Introducción:
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Indian legislation?s on the desk of a do-right Congressman,
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now, he don't know much about the issue,
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so he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the
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Senator out in Indian country, a darling of the energy companies,
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who are ripping off what's left of the reservations.
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I learned a safety rule, I don't know who to thank,
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don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank.
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They send in federal tanks, it isn't nice but it's reality.
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Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
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deep in the Earth!!
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Cover me with pretty lies
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bury my heart at Wounded Knee !
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They got these energy companies who want the land,
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and they've got churches by the dozens want to guide our hand,
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and sign our Mother Earth over to pollution, war and greed.
(Get rich, get rich quick!)
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Bury my heart at Wounded Knee, bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
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deep in the Earth, bury my heart at Wounded Knee !
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Cover me with pretty lies, bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
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bury my heart at Wounded Knee, bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
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We get the federal marshals, we get the covert spies,
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we get the liars by the fire, and we get the FBIs.
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They lie in court and get nailed, and still Peltier goes off to jail,
(The bullets don't match the gun!)
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Bury my heart at Wounded Knee, an eighth of the reservation,
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bury my heart at Wounded Knee, transferred in secret.
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Bury my heart at Wounded Knee, murder and intimidation,
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Bury my heart at Wounded Knee, Aiyi-aiyi!
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My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium,
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her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped.
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The FBI cut off her hands and told us she died of exposure.
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Bury my heart at Wounded Knee, bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
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deep in the Earth, bury my heart at Wounded Knee!
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Cover me with pretty lies, bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
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bury my heart at Wounded Knee, bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
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Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,