Mia grew up at the end of a dirt road
There's a dog on a chain on the side of her double wide home
When she wears here crooked smile
Her eyes will hide behind the dark and fine hair
That graces her face of youth
Mia grew up at the end of a dirt road
There's a camp near her town full of men who are mining for coal
When she walks from school to home
Grown men will follow
Whistle and insult the skin that graces her face of youth
Mia woke up at the end of her dirt road
Grown men watch from truck on the side of her double wide home
So now when she walks from school to home
She takes her dog so she is not alone
To try and save her grace and youth
A body washed up in lake near a dirt road
She has bruises around her throat her
Her clothes are torn
A dog lays on its side, its feet are bound and tied
With bullets in each eye
The feds called it a suicide
They said Mia was depressed
She had a sickness in her head
They blamed her death on her
Instead of them
And now the girls in town are scared
As one by they disappear
And the country blinds its eyes to genocide
Mia was nine years old
Mia was nine years old
Mia was nine years old
Mia was nine years old