I was born on stolen land
Blinking stars at American fingers
Adorned with Native turquoise
On my knees for men
Drilling oil through slender bodies
Holding ***** money in their teeth
From a **** charge they got dropped
Find me in the pews with my mother
Hands in my lap and my gaze cold
Just a **** with Christian blood
Coursing through my soul
Ripping at my heart
Either shoot me in my country
Good ol’ USA
Or put me away for my sins