Fancy War Dance Lyrics

Arrows against the fire of a gun, and the West was won
Arrows against the fire of a gun, and the West was STRIPPED,
The West was taken
The white man come to take away the sun,
And the savages hostage white man son
The white man son and Ponca dance as one
They dance before they fight to save their Nation…

I hear the ancient war cry in my mind so familiar
With fire from the sky, why must we repeat our behavior?

(Hey-ya)
You are the weapon
It's your own construction
You are the weapon
Of your own destruction

Ready for War, where we don't stand a chance
It's the Fancy Dance, the Fancy War Dance

I hear the ancient war cry in my mind so familiar
With fire from the sky, why must we repeat our behavior?

(Hey-ya)
You are the weapon
It's your own construction
You are the weapon
Of your own destruction