Little indian girl, where is your momma, little indian girl, where is your papa? Bright little world, the street of Messiah All the children were dead, except for one girl who said, Please Mr.Gringo, please find my father Lesson number one, that I learned while I was young Life just goes on and on, getting harder and harder Little Indian girls, from now it gets harder Mouses have no food theres nothin left and alive now Last piece of meat was eaten by the soldiers that raped her Lesson number one that you learn when you're young Life just goes on and on, getting harder and harder Life just goes on and on, getting harder and harder
Little Indian girl, from the River Granada Little Indian girl, from the River Granada If you saw them today, it's a sight I would say They'll shoot them down dead with their M-16's amid laughter Mr.Gringo, my father he ain't no Che Guevare And he's fighting the war in the streets of Messiah Little Indian Girl, where is your father? Indian Girl, where is your momma? They're fighting for Mr.Castro in those streets of Angola
