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(Vocals: Ratcliffe (David Ogden Stiers), Powhatan (Jim Cummings) and Chorus
Music: Alan Menken, Lyrics: Stephen Schwartz)
Thanks to Julia James for submitting
the lyrics
Ratcliffe:
What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse
Their skin's a hellish red
They're only good when dead
They're vermin, as I said
And worse
English Settlers:
They're savages! Savages!
Ratcliffe:
Barely even human
English Settlers:
Savages! Savages!
Ratcliffe:
Drive them from our shore!
They're not like you and me
Which means they must be evil
We must sound the drums of war!
English Settlers:
They're savages! Savages!
Dirty redskin devils!
Now we sound the drums of war!
Powhatan:
This is what we feared
The paleface is a demon
The only thing they feel at all is greed
Kekata:
Beneath that milky hide
There's emptiness inside
Native Americans:
I wonder if they even bleed
They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Savages! Savages!
Powhatan:
Killers at the core
Kekata:
They're different from us
Which means they can't be trusted
Powhatan:
We must sound the drums of war
Native Americans:
They're savages! Savages!
First we deal with this one
All:
Then we sound the drums of war
English Settlers:
Savages! Savages!
Ben:
Let's go kill a few, men!
Native Americans:
Savages! Savages!
Ratcliffe:
Now it's up to you, men!
All:
Savages! Savages!
Barely even human!
Now we sound the drums of war!
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