The world was given by his hold grace   the hand of god must touch upon that place   we can't allow that kind of primitive   show them the book and teach them how to live      Their words were strange we didn't understand   two men in black who had a holy man   they said that we must hear their sacred verse   we didn't know if we were blessed or cursed      They said they'd come - they would build a road   we'll burn your trees down we'll give you clothes   teach your children how to read and write   our God will watch you each and every night   we didn't want their God we had the sun   our spirits moved inside of every one      They were sleeping      They runed their light upon our innocence   gave us pain - gave us no release   we offered flowers to our spirit guide   can you help us for me must decide      Are we sleeping      The answer came we heard it in the wind   these men have lied and you have never sinned   they're men like you - they know no better way   give them to me upon their seventh day      When they're sleeping      And so it happened on the seventh night   when the moon was shining high and bright   our people took them like the message said   our spirit happy that their god was dead      Now they're sleeping