Lyrics Dan Hill – Indian Woman

She looks up at the ceiling
It’s no different than the floor
And he says to her
«Indian woman makes no difference to me»

She’s seen too much to care any more
She just stares into nothing
Till she can stare no more
And he says
«Indian woman there’s no color in your eyes»
If you can’t help yourself how can I
Dare to try

We cut off her hands
Then we anger ’cause she bleeds
We say survival of the fittest
She’s too tired to disagree
We cut off her arms
And then we command her to climb
Different people, different culture
Different time

Quebec’s getting restless
And the rest of the country does not know why
Indian woman, whoa, registers no surprise
There are no politics
When you’re struggling to survive

This country keeps on changing
Leaving her so far behind
She feels just like a stranger
In another space and time

We cut off her hands
Then we anger ’cause she bleeds
We say survival of the fittest
She’s too tired to disagree
We cut off her arms
And then we command her to climb
Different people, different culture
Different time
Different people, different culture
Different time
Different people, different culture
Don’t resign