Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo
Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo
I am no one's brother, I am no one's father
I am the wind, the sun, the hoofbeats of the buffalo
I was born from this dirt, learned to sing from songbirds
My spirit one and the same with those of the antelope
My spirit one and the same with those of the ants below
My people call me their chief, sing with me and look to me
I ride a horse of gold the Great Spirit gave to me
Our valley so familiar, we've built our tribe upon her
She holds our children as they dance on with naked toes
She holds our triangle homes made of hide from the buffalo
Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo
Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo
The grass is stirring strangely, there is no peace upon me
And there are ghosts of white appearing on the hill above
With violence on their faces, they're moving from their places
They've come to take what can't be owned by anyone
They've come to take what can be lost but can't be won
We are surrounded quickly, there's screaming all around me
As the skins of our babies and mothers are ripped apart
The earth is colored red now, I hear her crying outloud
For the white skin that's taken the place of painted hearts
Their blades pointed at my painted heart
I'll lead my people to the land of spirit hearts
And I'll sing
Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo
Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo
Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo
Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Hey Ya
Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo