Heave ho sonz of bitches

Heave ho heave ho there she blows ya sonz of bitches

we skinned the mother and take the blubber

and call the next of kin and then we wonder

why I hear a cry we killed its mother it just floats there

and flips its fin they rush the gang and shot into the herd

more meat for the railroad more meat hides and furs

but the one that was shot was the white one of the herd

as the shot rang out so was the tears and they told

the natives you eat what we serve no hide for the t-pee's

you live on the reserve and they sprayed their fields

and they sprayed their birds and the eggs of the eagle

and nothing was heard but the tears that have fallen

in temporal terms but as for the spirit the nature of things

mother earth is balling few are concerned

the lake is crawling the green has returned i noticed maybe

it might get better some eagles have risen like the Sphinx

is it a sign but the wind is a mime i guess we'll know in time

heave ho heave ho ye sonz of bitches are gone

but as far as the spirit the nature of things mother earth

is balling few are concerned the lake is crawling

the green has returned i noticed maybe it might get better

some eagles have risen like the Sphinx is it a sign

but the wind is a mime i guess we'll know in time

heave ho heave ho ye sonz of bitches

are gone whales have returned heave ho heave ho

there she blows