Tribal Man

Tribal man knows

He’s seen civilizations come and go

But his strength will be the same

And his powers will remain

He sees through all the lies

He hides it in his eyes

Though his face may seem a mask

He knows the truth and he inner laughs

He’s a tribal man

Living on tribal land

He knows the soldiers kill

He’s hides out up in the hills

He’ll be living clean and strong

When the soldiers have done their work and are gone

Psychedelia explodes

In his mind, and in the clothes he wears

That’s just his everyday reality

There must be something here we can’t see

He’s a tribal man

Protecting his own land

Tribal sister sitting there

Braiding ribbons into her hair

Watching young ones run around

Because their mother’s gone to town

To sell her clothes out in the street

It’s so hard to make ends meet

Since the army came up her way 

They stole her sons and blew her old man away

He’s a tribal man

He just couldn’t understand

There’s no room in the plan

For no tribal man

See the chopper flying by

It’s a spy eye up in the sky

Cruising rooftops of your town

Just to see what’s putting down

Because they’re gathering in the yards

They’re talking fast and they’re looking hard

Something’s got to pop

Then tribal man will be on top

He’s tribal man

He’s got to get back his land

For a tribal man!

Tribal man!