Lyrics

We’re gonna stomp around
Like we own the place
We’re gonna make the rules
For the human race

We will teach our children
To hate “The Man”
One day we will make
Our stand

CHORUS
But for now
I’m the crying Indian
Until
Freedom comes

We’re gonna beat them up
Until we hear them scream
Whip them to a bloody pulp
So they know we’re mean

Put sugar in their gas tanks
Then torch their town
Burn, baby, burn to the ground!

But for now
I’m the crying Indian
Until
Freedom comes