Grataman - Lyrics by Too Much Joy


Lyrics
Gramatan, by Too Much Joygramatanyou stupid indianyou thought you had the best of usno man owns the landnow these houses cost five hundred kwe wouldn't sell you one anywaygramatanyou crazy indianyou're not like the rest of usyou'll never understandeverything's nicenothing has changedthe kids go to daycampswith indian namesit's getting dark]go on and make your markthen come and have a drink with ustell us what's in your heartgramatanyou crazy indianyou're gonna learn to think like useverything's nicenothing has changedfirst comes the snowthen come the rains
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