Indian Giver Video (MV)

So you got caught with your red hand
Pitching freedom from a stolen land
A broken treaty and a broken trail
With a broken tongue I'll tell no tales

So let's bury the hatchet in the Black Hills
The kind that's push push push until it breaks your will
The kind that's take take take and then I'll take some more
The kind that drills its face into your very core

I said freedom is in the eye, you see
And Mount Rushmore is looking down on me

So you packed up your wagons and you headed out
Planted potatoes and flags in the native ground
You said the West would fall under any day
You said Six Grandfathers could not stand in your way

Now we're living in the shadow of such noble men
Those slave driving genociding European kin
They like to take what don't belong to them
What don't belong to any man

I said freedom is in the eye, you see
And Mount Rushmore is looking down on me