(c) flyertunes 2008

Every tribe upon the earth
Every institute of man
Be-deviled, leveled--by the scourge
Of love of blood and land.

Cain’s curse it lives in man
Every sword in every clan
Every woman, every man
In the wars of blood and land.

Sherman marching to the sea
Buried heart at Wounded Knee
By the shores of Tripoli
From sea to shining sea…

All of history.

Every tribe and every tongue
Face in warpaint, smoking gun
The chieftains and the young
Scream for blood of the other one.

Sherman marching to the sea
Buried heart at Wounded Knee
On the shores of Tripoli
From sea to shining sea…

Na ga sa ki.

This land is my land
This land is mine.
From California to Palestine,
This land was made for me--and mine.