text: Talkin about the American Indian movement
  Well in 1977, after a series of long struggles against the BIA
  Get that spotlight out of my fuckin eye, man
  Get that thing off
  Talkin to people I cant even see em
  In 1977, after a long series of struggles
  The Oglala Sioux reservation was under attack by the FBI
  People who were involved in the movement there
  Involved in defending their culture, defending their freedom
  Were bein taken away, were bein kidnapped
  Were bein murdered and one man
  Who happened to be one of the leaders of AIM
  Was thrown in jail
  He has sat there for 17 years for crimes he did not commit
  His name is Leonard Peltier, and this brothers been in jail
  And has served his people, and has served true freedom
  And constitutional rights and is being denied his own
  And I think its a hypocrisy all of us need to expose in this country
  So that if we wanna raise our voice
  For ourselves in America the same doesnt happen
  Weve got, weve got some pamphlets in the back
  Where were sellin some shirts
  Please pick one up, and please send, please, send
  Your name or theres an address you can send or whats his name
  Fuckin Dixey Crack Clinton, whoever that fuckin punk is
  Lets fill this punks room full of fuckin mail
  I know its not the fuckin most powerful form of fuckin change But lets get this fuckin ball rollin all right
  This song is called Bombtrack
  One time for ya fuckin mind, Minnesota
  Check this shit out
  Yeah, it goes a-1, 2, 3
  Yeah, its just another bombtrack and suckers be thinkin that they can fade this
  But, Im gonna drop it at a higher level
  Cause Im inclined to stoop down, hand out some beat-downs
  Cold run a train on punk hos, that think they run the game
  But I learned to burn that bridge, and delete
  Those who compete at a level thats obsolete
  Instead, I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
  To recall the downfall, and the businesses that burnt us all
  See through the news and the views, that twist reality
  Enough, I call the bluff, fuck Manifest Destiny
  Landlords and power whores, on my people they took turns
  Dispute the suits, I ignite, and then watch em burn
  With the thoughts from a militant mind
  Hardline, hardline after hardline
  Landlords and power whores
  On my people they took turns
  Dispute the suits, I ignite
  And then watch em burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  It goes a
  Another funky radical bombtrack
  Started as a sketch in my notebook
  And now dope hooks make punks take another look
  My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
  That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere
  With the thoughts from a militant militant mind
  Hardline, hardline after mothafuckin hardline
  Landlords and power whores
  On my people they took turns
  Dispute the suits, I ignite
  And then watch em burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
  Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn