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| T.U.S. by © vatooz I invited my mother to the interview I said for fifty bucks we get to tape you to We are going to ask you what you did for fun And if a gun boat ever shot someone Your Indian name and your family tree And when we are thru with you You get your lunch for free. My momma said hey that is fine and grand But what's it gotta do with the land. Somebody said that I really should see The healing things that plants can do for me The work that has just begun To correct what the schools have done The pieces of art that went away The words we were not allowed to say. Each one important yes I understand But what's it got to do with the land. Paying for water, fish and wood Investor's took all of the soil that's good The copper, coal and silver mines Purse seine boats and railroad lines. Miles of white shell and drak grey sand But hey whats it gotta do with the land. |
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