Lyrics:

'Indian legislation on the desk of a do-right Congressman.
Now, he don't know much about the issue so he picks up the phone,
and he asks advice from the Senator out in Indian country,
a darling of the energy companies,
who are ripping off what's left of the reservations.
Huh. I learned a safety rule,I don't know who to thank.
Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank.
They send in federal tanks - it isn't nice but it's reality;

'(chorus:) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
Deep in the Earth.
Cover me with pretty lies.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Huh. (end chorus)