The Backyard Of My Life
Over The Black Hills Of Yellow Thunder Village
There were armed guards on the dirt road it was a dark day
Over the black hills of yellow thunder village
The enemy the federal government trying to take what was never there's
Burning books of wisdom destroying the roots of knowledge
Pouring poison in the river cutting down the trees
When will the fools learn you can not drink or eat money
Nobody owns the land or any of the clouds in the sky
Crazy horse was the chief in charge with arrows of fire flying
Across the forest he tried to hold off the machines of the madmen
While blood is spilt in the mud and the rise of the empire gains momentum
Causing more and more chaos and carnage
Capturing all those who were once free and turning them in to slaves of the state
Bringing about Armageddon setting in motion the end of days
Like a smoke screen imposed on the beauty all around us
Nature has no mercy only rules and law
You never know when karma will knock on your door
Justice must have balance the scales will one day tip
The more they hold on to hands of control they can only lose there grip
Mr banks was a business man who was disconnected from soul
He knew there was no profit in peace and good will
Thinks there is nothing special or sacred about life on earth
Everything is an accident and has no meaning or mystery at all
He would bull doz-er down the pyramids to build a power plant
Holding a briefcase of contracts signatures of lying lawyers
If he cant have it then nobody can there's nothing he cant buy
Blue hawk was a protector of the promised land
With help from lone wolf and red sparrow
They threw a spanner in the works of the corporations plan
To produce the manufactured murder of reality
So they fought for forty days and forty nights
While the cavalries charged and the Indians fell
Far away over the black hills of yellow thunder village
By Keith Hagger
