Well I see, you see
You in color
You're not my friend,
And you're not my brother
We agree to be enemies
The Queen called and
She wants her land back
I suggest that you do just that
Black briefcase,
With a silver lining
Open it up, and
Look inside see
Well I see, you see,
You in color
Now we're friends,
Yes we're bloodbrothers,
Part Cherokee and
Quarter Shawnee
You saw what happened
At wounded Knee