How can you buy or sell the sky. Or the warmth of the land it's strange to us. We don't own the freshness of the air. Or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us. The white man doesn't understand our ways. For he's a stranger who comes in the night. And takes from the land just what he needs.

Oh, yeah.

He treats his brothers like his enemies. When it's completed he moves on. He leaves his father's grave and his birthright. His birthright is forgotten. The air is precious to the red man. For all things share the same breath. The white man won't notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days.

All right, now.

The whites must treat the beasts of his land. As his brothers not his enemies. Tell me what is man without the beasts. I'll bet he will die of loneliness. One thing we know that the white man will. We know our god is the same god. You may think you wish to own him. Own him as you wish to own our land. But he is the body of man. And the earth is precious to him. Continue to contaminate your bed. And you will suffocate in your waste.

Music: F. Iommi, W. Ward, J. Osbourne, T. Butler Lyrics: Chief Sealth