Hello to the east Hello to the west Hello to my country I love you the best But I know we ain't never gonna get along Cause there's always something wrong Well, we came across the ocean With a evil type of potion Had the good book in the hand Telling everybody where to stand And saying: "All y'all ain't nothing but heathens You gonna work for me, I'm gonna give you a reason And to Sitting Bull with a tear in his eye I wish that all y'all motherfuckers would die Well we pushed them out on the reservation With no type of hesitation Killing all kinds of Mother Nature They'd reach out and we'd say I hate you And then the Black Kettle and the Red Cloud Took the tomahawk and they was screaming loud With the Sitting Bull and the Crazy Horse Punch a hole in that ass with a terrible force But it would not be enough Cause the white man money is just too tough