A banner year 1864, don't want the red man anymore,
Can't have them taking up good land
Give them a token flag, trade pipes and shake some hands,
Tell them the white stripes stand for peace
Say if they raise red white and blue,
Blue coats will never shoot at you,
But stripes will loose their sheen,
Black Kettle was their chief, he only wanted peace,
Under the flaga massacre at Sand Creek
Wave your flag Salivate
Stirring feelings of pride and hate
A peace of cloth can't hold your faith
No flag flies, no banner waves,
See the empty pole above his empty grave
No one knows where he lies,
and no one know just why he had to die
A banner year 1868, a bitter end a twist of fate
Maps won't hold this melanoma,
Blurry part of Oklahoma,
Where Custer shot and killed Black Kettle
Wave your flag Salivate
Stirring feelings of pride and hate
A peace of cloth can't hold your faith
No flag flies, no banner waves,
See the empty pole above his empty grave
No one knows where he lies,
and no one know just why he had to die
A promise is a promise,
A judge of character
His banner over me is love
No flag flies, no banner waves,
See the empty pole above his empty grave
No one knows where he lies,
and no one know just why he had to die
No flag flies, no banner waves,
See the empty pole above his empty grave
No one knows where he lies,
and no one know just why he had to die