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American Ghost Dance
by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Oh give me a home
Where the buffalo roam
And the death of a race is a game
Where seldom is heard

A peaceable word
From the white trash
Who killed as they came
Though these words dig deep
They offer no relief
God save the queen
I am an Indian chief

There is a secret I keep
It's called the talking leaf
And you better believe
That he speaks his beliefs
Like a rock that bleeds
A sea of grief

My talking leaf speaks of
A wounded knee creek
American ghost dance
A new man who is with old ways
He walks the streets of life

But he's in chains
I'm alive he cried
I can feel the flame
Burning red inside
I am an Indian brave
There is a memory

That lives in my blood
Of the brand you laid
On all you touched
But the burning flame
Turns to burning pain
Genuine genocide

And that's truly insane
So like a wild hurricane
I will dance on the grave
Of my race that died
When it should have been saved
American ghost dance

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: MICHAEL PETER BALZARY, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CLIFF MARTINEZ

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Comments from YouTube:

Mel Fruscider

God was listening to funk music when he created Flea.

Latresa Boivin

Feel da funk

Deivison Neves

George Clinton monstro nessa produção...RHCP bom demais

Pablo Straube

D K donkey kong is here...

Wait, wrong song xD

(This remember me the intro of dk 64)

Zachary Weybright

Great minds think alike, I suppose

x1ic1x

Me too 😆

Jef

Oh give me a home
Where the buffalo roam
And the death of a race is a game
Where seldom is heard
A peaceable word
From the white trash
Who killed as they came
Though these words dig deep
They offer no relief
God save the queen
I am an Indian chief
There is a secret I keep
It's called the talking leaf
And you better believe
That he speaks his beliefs
Like a rock that bleeds
A sea of grief
My talking leaf speaks of
A wounded knee creek
American ghost dance
A new man who is with old ways
He walks the streets of life
But he's in chains
I'm alive he cried
I can feel the flame
Burning red inside
I am an Indian brave
There is a memory
That lives in my blood
Of the brand you laid
On all you touched
But the burning flame
Turns to burning pain
Genuine genocide
And that's truly insane
So like a wild hurricane
I will dance on the grave
Of my race that died
When it should have been saved
American ghost dance

gripperholmes91215

Thank you for the lyrics!!

Andy Hose

Oh damn... Ive completely forgot this song!!! What a crime!!

brocco

A funky crime!

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