We all dance on sacred ground
As the world turns round and round
The singers chant the drummers pound
As we dance on sacred ground

You spill their blood and they spill yours
You feed our children on the gore
You have too much but you want more
Your spirit's rotten to the core

But we still dance on sacred ground
As the world turns round and round
The singers chant the drummers pound
As we dance on sacred ground

You take their lives and crush their bones
If they don't bow before your throne
Because you need what others own
And your spirit's turned to stone

As we all dance on sacred ground
As the world turns round and round
The singers chant the drummers pound
As we dance on sacred ground

Lay down your gold, lay down your sword
Take your guns from foreign shores
And give away that which you horde
Use your wealth to feed the poor

Because we dance on sacred ground
As the world turns round and round
The singers chant the drummers pound
As we dance on sacred ground

We're all the same down deep inside
Look past the color of the hide
Your spirit pays after you die
And I hear your spirit cry

Come join the dance on sacred ground
As the world turns round and round
The singers chant the drummers pound
As we dance on sacred ground

©2004 - Lane Baldwin