Zombies Ate My Natives Lyrics

Zombies Ate My Natives

Soulless pale-skin walkers

Infected us with blankets

Zombies Ate My Natives

Desecrated cadavers

In graves unmarked and nameless

Zombies Ate My Natives

Only hatred was sacred

To elevate the brainless

Zombies Ate My Natives

They'd mainly feed on the weak

In their sleep cause they were shameless

Drinking a nuka-cola

Aiming a super soaker

Sniping zombies from a distance

Like a super soldier

No drift in the stick

When I hit 'em with a new controller

Unstick the buttons

In their tuxes when I shoot the Sauer

Trigger finger too quick

And my troops are loyal

Bury bodies of these zombies

In the loosened soil

Where we resurrected our dead

With the ghost dance

Wovoka out here lending a hand

To recoup our spoils

Abraham Lincoln

Wanted dead or alive

No distinction cause our dead

Got more spirit than live

Colonizers with no souls

I'm a spiritual guy

But it's violence I condone

On these clinical minds

Bug-o-nay-geshig come back

And put a hole in his fade

38 and 2 Dakota

Got a whole lot to say

Frederick Douglass gets the flowers

Abe did nothing for slaves

He only did it for the union

We ain't giving him praise, nah

Zombies Ate My Natives

Soulless pale-skin walkers

Infected us with blankets

Zombies Ate My Natives

Desecrated cadavers

In graves unmarked and nameless

Zombies Ate My Natives

Only hatred was sacred

To elevate the brainless

Zombies Ate My Natives

They'd mainly feed on the weak

In their sleep cause they were shameless

Molly whop zombies

Who always rock hobbyist

Indian clothes at

Halloween parties

Not talking Punjabi

More poonjin punani

Not without problems

Like Mahatma Gandhi

But I'm not harming

With prejudiced folly

Like all these false darlings

Get praised by woke armies

He's doing mass hommies

And still they lash on me

For saying he's shoddy

Mad cause I don't lobby

Even general Pratt

Was thought of as progressive

Kill the Indian

To save the man he said this

Thought of us

As lesser beings in his lessons

That we could be

As good as them if we'd accept it

Lose our families

And our ways cut our braids

Fuck that

We ain't playing their charades

Red brigades

Aiming slime shooter thangs

At the zombies of the past

And the monsters of today

Zombies Ate My Natives

Soulless pale-skin walkers

Infected us with blankets

Zombies Ate My Natives

Desecrated cadavers

In graves unmarked and nameless

Zombies Ate My Natives

Only hatred was sacred

To elevate the brainless

Zombies Ate My Natives

They'd mainly feed on the weak

In their sleep cause they were shameless