7-U-S-C Lyrics

Great white hunters: Protectors of civilization, for what it’s worth
General Longhair runs this show. Killing redskins is the way to go

Hunt and kill them: Squaws and children on reservations
For our great nation

They call us Long Knives: That is me
Because I ride with the U.S.C

Malarial graveyards for hunting grounds; life and freedom for burial shrouds
Giving out blankets alive with disease; starving the tribes into renegades, thieves

Hunt and kill them: Squaws and children on reservations
For our great nation

They call us Long Knives: That is me
Because I ride with the U.S.C

Fighting the white man just to survive; trying to strike back against genocide
As we ride to wipe them all out: Little Big Horn the battleground

Christ, look at them: No squaws and children
No reservations for the Sioux nation

Decimated, then a lone stand: Me
Bound to die with 7.U.S.C