Hey Hey Yah-Tah-Hey

    Very much NOT the new Navajo National Anthem.
    By Desertphile, December 15th, 2002.




    Hey Hey Yah-Tah-Hey
    Let's kill Mr. White today
    Push him off the Reservation
    It's our best chance at salvation
    The money flows like diarrhea,
    Cochise had the right idea!

    Hey Hey Yah-Tah-Hey
    Fry Bread Power's here to stay
    Geronimo and Sitting Bull
    Should have split more White Man skull
    Kill and eat the FBI,
    Arrow them and watch 'em die.

    Bullets didn't kill us all.
    Drought didn't kill us all.
    Smallpox didn't kill us all.
    Greedy Uranium corporations might.
    McDonald's "food" sure as hell will.
    Hey Hey Yah-Tah-Hey
    Step upon the warpath way,
    Indian Affairs can go fuck off
    And take with them their damn payoffs
    Call the Cheyenne, call the Sioux,
    Custer's back with an IOU

    Hey Hey Yah-Tah-Hey
    Let's all make the White Man pay
    Relocation and VD,
    Deep-fried chicken and TV,
    Of our culture what remains?
    Tomahawks to hack out brains.

    Famine didn't kill us all.
    The Long Walk didn't kill us all.
    Concentration camps didn't kill us all.
    Polluting oil wells might.
    Casino money sure as hell will.
    Hey Hey Yah-Tah-Hey
    Let's slay Mr. White today
    There is no Beauty in his soul,
    Money is his only goal.
    Beat the drums and play the flute.
    Let's exterminate the paleface brutes.