A Tribe Called Red - The Virus Lyrics
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The Virus
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What Are The Lyrics For The Virus By A Tribe Called Red?
The people
The virus took on many shapes The bear, the elk, the antelope, the elephant, the deer The mineral, the iron, the copper, the coltan, the rubber The coffee, the cotton, the sugar The people The germ traveled faster than the bullet They harvest the mountains inside, protect the crops, herd the cattle The people The women and children were separated from the men They're divided as a foot into the regional filters of their minds The violence of arrogance, crawls into the air, nestles into the geospatial cortex We are not a conquered people Drum beats by region I was awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire Awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The missionaries never hid their perspective Perspectives of land, but rather see us disappear Recyclable prayers The people This is my body, which is given for you The people This is my blood We are not a conquered people I was awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire Awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fire |
Who Wrote The Virus By A Tribe Called Red?
Ian Fern Campeau, Timothy Craig Hill, Ehren Thomas, Saul Stacey Williams
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What's The Duration Of The The Virus By A Tribe Called Red?The duration of The Virus is 3:50 minutes and seconds. |
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