Well I see, you see   You in color   You're not my friend,   And you're not my brother   We agree to be enemies      The Queen called and   She wants her land back   I suggest that you do just that   Black briefcase,   With a silver lining   Open it up, and    Look inside see      Well I see, you see,   You in color   Now we're friends,    Yes we're bloodbrothers,   Part Cherokee and   Quarter Shawnee   You saw what happened   At wounded Knee