Everyone has a song God gave us each a song That's how we know who we are Everyone has a song We have come, heat the drum The land trembles with dancing We have come, bang the drum The land trembles with dancing
Chorus: Making a noise in this world Making a noise in this world You can bet your ass I won't go quietly Makin' a noise in this world
I don't want your promise I don't want your whiskey I don't want your blood on my hands Only want what belongs to me
I think you thought I was gone I think you thought I was dead You won't admit that you was wrong Ain't there some shit that should be said
Chorus
The indian dancers stop and stare at him Like he was bad weather He keeps dancing And knocks loose an eagle feather The drums stop This is the kind of silence that frightens white men
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