Four Faces
Four faces look down from a mountainside
In the sacred land of the Seven Council Fires
Where the Lakota roamed and the Buffalo died
Where the AIM fought the FBI
Four Faces look down, stony and still
Four white faces carved in the Black Hills
Four Faces look down, from up in the sky
Four great white fathers, telling great white lies
The view from up there it must be something to see
Maybe they can see Pine Ridge and Wounded Knee
Maybe they're up there looking for something to steal
Some mineral deposits or petroleum fields
Four Faces look down from a mountainside
In the sacred land of the Seven Council Fires
Near where Sitting Bull dreamed and Long Hair died
Four great white fathers, telling great white lies
George was a soldier and a real estate man
He made himself a killing selling other people's land
Tom was a framer of democracy
Using blue prints he got from the Haudenosaunee
Abe was famous for freeing the slaves
Though his blue coats put many red people in their graves
Teddy loved nature, he believed in conservation
He made National Parks out of Indian Reservations
Four Faces look down, stony and still
Four white faces carved in the Black Hills
Four Faces look down, from up in the sky
Four great white fathers, telling great white lies
In 1868 men came out from DC
They signed a treaty with the natives at Fort Laramie
They swore that it would stand as long as the sun would shine
Then those Indian giving white men up and changed their minds
Four faces look down from up in the sky
In the sacred land of the Seven Council fires
Near where Crow Dog rode and Spotted Tail died
Four Great White fathers telling great white lies
Every note of legal tender says it's God that we trust
But those words are worth less than one speck of Mother Earth's dust
And those faces up on Rushmore are a vulgar shame
Like swastikas on a synagogue or a black church in flames
Four Faces look down, stony and still
Four white faces carved in the Black Hills
Four Faces look down, from up in the sky
In the Sacred land of the Seven Council Fires
Where the Lakota still roam, and the Eagle still flies
Four great white fathers, telling great white lies
Four faces look down from a mountainside
In the sacred land of the Seven Council Fires
Where the Lakota roamed and the Buffalo died
Where the AIM fought the FBI
Four Faces look down, stony and still
Four white faces carved in the Black Hills
Four Faces look down, from up in the sky
Four great white fathers, telling great white lies
The view from up there it must be something to see
Maybe they can see Pine Ridge and Wounded Knee
Maybe they're up there looking for something to steal
Some mineral deposits or petroleum fields
Four Faces look down from a mountainside
In the sacred land of the Seven Council Fires
Near where Sitting Bull dreamed and Long Hair died
Four great white fathers, telling great white lies
George was a soldier and a real estate man
He made himself a killing selling other people's land
Tom was a framer of democracy
Using blue prints he got from the Haudenosaunee
Abe was famous for freeing the slaves
Though his blue coats put many red people in their graves
Teddy loved nature, he believed in conservation
He made National Parks out of Indian Reservations
Four Faces look down, stony and still
Four white faces carved in the Black Hills
Four Faces look down, from up in the sky
Four great white fathers, telling great white lies
In 1868 men came out from DC
They signed a treaty with the natives at Fort Laramie
They swore that it would stand as long as the sun would shine
Then those Indian giving white men up and changed their minds
Four faces look down from up in the sky
In the sacred land of the Seven Council fires
Near where Crow Dog rode and Spotted Tail died
Four Great White fathers telling great white lies
Every note of legal tender says it's God that we trust
But those words are worth less than one speck of Mother Earth's dust
And those faces up on Rushmore are a vulgar shame
Like swastikas on a synagogue or a black church in flames
Four Faces look down, stony and still
Four white faces carved in the Black Hills
Four Faces look down, from up in the sky
In the Sacred land of the Seven Council Fires
Where the Lakota still roam, and the Eagle still flies
Four great white fathers, telling great white lies
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