I never saw so many business suits
Never knew a dollar sign could look so cute
Never knew a junkie with a money Jones
Who's buying Park Place?
Who's buying Boardwalk?
These old men they make their dirty deals
Go in the back room and see what they can steal
Talk about your beautiful for spacious skies
It's about uranium
It's about the water rights
Got Mother Nature on a luncheon plate
They carve her up and call it real estate
Want all the resources and all of the land
They make a war over it
They blow things up for it
The reservation out at Poverty Row
There's something cookin' and the lights are low
Somebody's tryin' to save our Mother Earth I'm gonna
Help 'em to
Save it and
Sing it and
Pray it singin'
No no, Keshagesh you can't do that no more
Ol' Columbus, he was lookin' good
When he got lost in our neighborhood
Garden of Eden right before his eyes
Now it's all spyware Now it's all income tax
Ol' Brother Midas, lookin' hungry today
What he can't buy he'll get some other way
Send in the troopers if the Natives resist
Same old story, boys
That's how ya do it boys
Look at these people Lord they're on a roll
Gotta have it all
Gotta have complete control
Want all the resources and all of the land
They break the law over it
Blow things up for it
While all our champions are off in the war
Their final ripoff here at home is on
Mister Greed, I think your time has come I'm gonna
Sing it and
Pray it and
Live it and
Say it singing
No no, Keshagesh you can't do that no more
Buffy Sainte-Marie - No No Keshagesh Lyrics
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I never saw so many business suits
Never knew a dollar sign could look so cute
Never knew a junkie with a money Jones
Who's buying Park Place?
Who's buying Boardwalk?
These old men they make their dirty deals
Go in the back room and see what they can steal
Talk about your beautiful for spacious skies
It's about uranium
It's about the water rights
Got Mother Nature on a luncheon plate
They carve her up and call it real estate
Want all the resources and all of the land
They make a war over it
They blow things up for it
The reservation out at Poverty Row
There's something cookin' and the lights are low
Somebody's tryin' to save our Mother Earth I'm gonna
Help 'em to
Save it and
Sing it and
Pray it singin'
No no, Keshagesh you can't do that no more
Ol' Columbus, he was lookin' good
When he got lost in our neighborhood
Garden of Eden right before his eyes
Now it's all spyware Now it's all income tax
Ol' Brother Midas, lookin' hungry today
What he can't buy he'll get some other way
Send in the troopers if the Natives resist
Same old story, boys
That's how ya do it boys
Look at these people Lord they're on a roll
Gotta have it all
Gotta have complete control
Want all the resources and all of the land
They break the law over it
Blow things up for it
While all our champions are off in the war
Their final ripoff here at home is on
Mister Greed, I think your time has come I'm gonna
Sing it and
Pray it and
Live it and
Say it singing
No no, Keshagesh you can't do that no more
Never knew a dollar sign could look so cute
Never knew a junkie with a money Jones
Who's buying Park Place?
Who's buying Boardwalk?
These old men they make their dirty deals
Go in the back room and see what they can steal
Talk about your beautiful for spacious skies
It's about uranium
It's about the water rights
Got Mother Nature on a luncheon plate
They carve her up and call it real estate
Want all the resources and all of the land
They make a war over it
They blow things up for it
The reservation out at Poverty Row
There's something cookin' and the lights are low
Somebody's tryin' to save our Mother Earth I'm gonna
Help 'em to
Save it and
Sing it and
Pray it singin'
No no, Keshagesh you can't do that no more
Ol' Columbus, he was lookin' good
When he got lost in our neighborhood
Garden of Eden right before his eyes
Now it's all spyware Now it's all income tax
Ol' Brother Midas, lookin' hungry today
What he can't buy he'll get some other way
Send in the troopers if the Natives resist
Same old story, boys
That's how ya do it boys
Look at these people Lord they're on a roll
Gotta have it all
Gotta have complete control
Want all the resources and all of the land
They break the law over it
Blow things up for it
While all our champions are off in the war
Their final ripoff here at home is on
Mister Greed, I think your time has come I'm gonna
Sing it and
Pray it and
Live it and
Say it singing
No no, Keshagesh you can't do that no more
Writer: Buffy Sainte-Marie
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.