No Reservation
Now take my hand and follow me back to my roots in this mad world
Slaughter, fighting, torture, the end of the reservation
There out on the plains the fires are burning
A meeting for war and destruction
They're talking with armies, the answer is blood
Don't think we've tried to avoid this
Hunger, sickness, stealing, weakness keeps the reservation
We've lost once again because of the treachery
The word wasn't worth any ones honor
Thеy talked about peace, thеy talked about food
But how could we believe them when we were bleeding
Slaughter, fighting, torture, the end of the reservation