No Reservations

[Intro]
Our goal is to deny your property claims...

We didn't realize you were a sovereign community and nation out there...

Where's your cocksuckers' flag?

Fucking Indians!

[Chorus: Budda Blaze]
We don't need no reservations
We don't need no thought control
Dark sarcasms in the council
Indian Affairs leave us alone!

[Verse 1: Chiefrok]
Imagine the day your mother dies
You bury her out back where your grandmother lies
You inherit a house and couldn't ask for more
One day a drifter stumbles to your door
You let him in for medicine, he rests in your bed
You wake up with a gun, pressed to your head
He makes you sign a paper, you call the police
He shows them the paper, says it's all in the lease
"Look, I gave him beads, it's fair and square."
"That's the value of the house with the wear and tear."
He lets you keep the shed, builds a fence around
Does this with your neighbours, gets the rents in town
Sells all your stuff, keeps you quiet in the shed
Gives you barely enough to keep your family fed
Cuts the food source when you misbehave
Builds a golf course on your family's grave
You're living in prison and you can't make bail
You can hop the fence and still end up in jail
The house is your homeland, the lease is the treaty
The shed is the rez and we all know who's greedy

[Chorus: Budda Blaze]
We don't need no reservations
We don't need no thought control
Dark sarcasms in the council
Indian Affairs leave us alone!

[Verse 2: Kode Red]
This song is for the women & men that died
Because of genocide
And those that then defied
The BIA
For the freedom that's been denied
How we were identified
With numbers and sent aside
You see why they
Put us on a reserve - it wasn't meant to preserve
A death camp and they act like it's something we deserve
It's a fact you can observe so reserve the right
Not to serve the White if you have the nerve to fight
And don't be a sacrifice to the god they appease
With SUVs and plasma TVs
While we can't afford to live free from disease
TB, diabetes, asthma, VDs
And crime's on the rise like the stats for AIDS
It ain't Moccasin Flats but bats and blades
Are what kids carry - they don't give a fuck for grades
And it can get scary, plus the drug trade's
Out of control - young minds are broken
It ain't just smoking it's lines of coke and
My Indian people know I'm not joking
So you can soak in the words that are spoken
From Okanagan to hogans in the south
We all got pimped by the White man's mouth
And keeping us down is what his government does
We gotta bring it back to the way it was cause

[Chorus: Budda Blaze]
We don't need no reservations
We don't need no thought control
Dark sarcasms in the council
Indian Affairs leave us alone!