John Trudell's album AKA Graffiti man Rich Man's War Jesse Ed Davis, John Trudell John Trudell (5:51)
(native American music plays and drums stay through the song)
SP?) native American's chant
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey yay oye
Rich man's war
Industrial streets
class lines
Money Talks
turning language to paper pieces
Rich man's war
Free man society
raging in violent insecurity
Nuclear man Nuclear woman
Unclear how to act
Rich man's war
Persings cruising Europe
America
Russia
Governmental nuclear views
Industrial allies cutting the world
As though they cannot see blood flowing
Rich man's war
Central America bleeding
Wounds same as Palestine and Harlem
Three mile island in El Salvador
Pine Ridge in Belfast
Rich man's war
The poor
Starving for food
Starving for land
Starving for peace
Starving for real
Rich man's war
Attacking human
Attacking Earth
Attacking tomorrow
Rich man's war
Thinking of always war
Thinking of always war
With machines for ancestors
New inborn generations
chemical umbilical cords are only wiring
and your electrical process....?
Human lives
Burnt offerings to the god of Greed
With lies for ancestors
There is no truth in some futures
Rumors of mines feeding souls to the control machine
Sacrifice ritual for the Profit of Technology
With isolation for ancestors
There is only the present
Bought by the credit material uses
Forging chains binding you to destruction
Compliments of your deities
The industrial priests
(SP?) native American's chant again)
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey yay oye

Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey yay oye
No more than NEON FLASH
Trying hiding in eon masks
Have to face who we really are
At some point we have no choice
Distant star distant light
In real world we are Human Being
In shadow of real world we are being human
Neon mask for neon flash
Distant thunder distant clouds
Passion rain
Drenched in possessions
what we take is hard to do
What we do is hard to take
Someones are crazy or maybe we take turns
Dreaming about some life we say could have been different
But it wasn't because we weren't
No matter what it turns out the same
Lots of things we said were not true
Industrial stories in an electrical instant
Neon mask neon flash neon flash
Thing is niolistic desires
Civilize gone insane
Didn't imagine it turning like this
Some things start good and go bad
Something get bad and stay bad
We are caught between living a lie
Or not living at all
Eliminated choices lost in dreams we let go
Memories we are never got to have
Something to think about
Waking up in industrial society
Surrounded by angry days
Going through emotions of not being
Wanting the best but not expecting it
Surviving paid for in dreams
Feeling like a world alone
Serving God with the Devil to pay
feeling like some thing in no place
What goes on in hell anyway?
Thing is it has to do with heart
We have to understand what hearts are for
Before we can get back
To heaven or paradise
By the power in our mind
(SP?) native American's chant again)
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey yay oye

Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey
Hey Yah ey yay hey yah hey yay oye