Thanksgiving Jam: Eugene McDaniels "The Parasite (for Buffy)"


Don't get it twisted.

Eugene McDaniels "The Parasite (for Buffy)"

Sing Along!

They landed at Plymouth With a smile on their face They said “We’re your brothers From a far away place.” The Indians greeted them With wide open arms Too simple minded and trusting To see through the charms Ex-hoodlums and jail birds With backgrounds of crime They had a chance to breathe freely For the very first time To drink cool clear water From clean mountain streams When taken for granted it’s not what it seems They landed at Plymouth With a smile on their face They said “We’re your brothers From a far away place.” I know the Indians greeted them With wide open arms Too simple minded To see through the charms Slowly but surely In came the forked the tongue To trick those who trusted Humiliate the young They said “Indians are different They got to stay in their place Not pure and holy An inferior race.” They landed at Plymouth With a smile on their face They said “We’re your brothers From a far away place.” I know the Indians greeted them With wide open arms Too simple minded and trusting To see through the charms In came the religions The liquor, and the guns They claimed to be good guys Yeah but they acted like huns Creating chaos, spreading disease As agents of god They did damn well what they please They landed at Plymouth With a smile on their face They said “We’re your brothers From a far away place.” The Indians greeted them With wide open arms Too simple minded To see through the charms Polluting the water God damn, defiling the air Rewriting the standards Of what’s good, and fair Promote law and order Yeah, just let justice go to hell If the laws hard to swallow Use the old wishing well They landed at Plymouth With a smile on their face They said “We’re your brothers From a far away place.” The Indians greeted them With wide open arms Too simple minded To see through the charms Now the sun's slowly setting Yes and the Indians are few They’ve been murdered and pillaged My god, what they’ve been through Stranded on deserts Where it’s barren and dry With bad air and foul water, yeah They exist til they die They landed at Plymouth With a smile on their face They said “We’re your brothers From a far away place.” The Indians greeted them with wide open arms… (screams of terror…)


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