A Tribe Called Red - The Virus Lyrics

A Tribe Called Red - The Virus Lyrics

The people
The virus took on many shapes
The bear, the elk, the antelope, the elephant, the dear
The mineral, the iron, the copper, the [?], and the rubber
The coffee, the cotton, the sugar
The people
The germ traveled faster than the bullet
They harvest the mountainside, protect the crops, herd the cattle
The people
The women and children were separated from the men
They divided us according to the regional affiliations of their minds
The violence of arrogance crawls into the air, nestles into the geospatial cortex
We are not a conquered people
Drum beats by region

I was wakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire
Awakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire


The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire

The missionaries never hid their perspective
Perspectives of land, they would rather see us disappear
Recycle the prayers
The people
This is my body which is given to you
The people
This is my blood
We are not a conquered people

I was wakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire
Awakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire