Reservation

Everybody’s waiting for the shoe to drop
Change is coming if we’re ready or not
Vultures always waiting when disaster strikes
Got to keep moving till we see daylight
Oh it’s a reservation
Living with suspicion makes a mind uptight
Starts to get confused between wrong and right
Wonder what it is you’ve got to fight against
Why there’s always two sides and a fence
Oh it’s a reservation
Land bled dry
I wish I
Had a place
For all mankind
The birds
The fish
The lost kids
Those that wish
They’d avoided this
Life must live it’s our only job
It’s our only gift
And it’s being robbed
Oh it’s a reservation
Flood and fire and war and games
Make people so quick to give it all away
Cripple the people with hate and waste
That’s the best way to make a willing slave
Oh it’s a reservation