I don't carry a card that says I'm Indian And it's something I may never get I won't be shoved in a box by anyone And though they've tried they haven't got me yet I refuse, I guess, because of my conviction That our ancestors never needed the thing And I'm afraid, I guess, of a prediction They'll brand us like they did the Jews or something

	We've been restricted much too long And been evicted much too often And the fact is that where we belong Is anywhere outside this coffin In truth, they've always tried to bury us In the hopes that we'd just disappear
But we refused to yield to the various Attempts to drive us away from here

For here we belong and here we will stay And as long as we accept each other There's no need to carry a card that says "I am Indian" to one another