See Roger Childs’s article

When they try to tell you knowledge is a dangerous thing

The people that have it are the people that sin

And the people that need it are the people that can never win

Let me get you outta here, little broken wing

There are people ’round here that are right

There are people ’round here that like to sleep at night

There are people ’round here that go slow

There are people ’round here that don’t take kindly to the killin’ of the buffalo

When they tear up all the treaties and break up all the plans

Did you do your duty and kill on command?

Did you know the red man used to roam this land?

Now the souls of lost warriors blow across the sands

People ’round here, they get it right

People ’round here, we like to sleep at night

There are people ’round here that go slow

People ’round here, they don’t take kindly to the killin’ of the buffalo

So listen to my story and listen to it well

Listen to the glory of the gory details of the tale I tell

Did you know the red man very well?

Did you know the hunting ground before it became a hell?

So listen to my story of genocide (Mm)

How they were hunted and slaughtered till there was no place left to hide (Mm)

Did you know the red man used to hold his head with pride? (Mm)

Till every man, woman and child were destroyed (Mm)

There are people ’round here that understand

There are people ’round here that couldn’t give a damn

There are people ’round here that go slow

There are people ’round here that don’t take kindly to the killin’ of the buffalo