From Tierra del Fuego to Ungava Bay
   the history of betrayal continues to today
   the spirit of Almighty Voice, the ghost of Anna Mae
   call like thunder from the mountains -- you can hear them say
   it's a stolen land
  
   Apartheid in Arizona, slaughter in Brazil
   if bullets don't get good PR there's other ways to kill
   kidnap all the children, put 'em in a foreign system
   bring them up in no-man's land where no one really wants them
   it's a stolen land
  
   stolen land -- but it's all we've got
   stolen land -- and there's no going back
   stolen land -- and we'll never forget
   stolen land -- and we're not through yet
  
   In my mind I catch a picture -- big black raven in the sky
   looking at the ocean -- sail reflected in black eye --
   sail as white as heroin, white like weathered bones --
   rum and guns and smallpox gonna change the face of home
   in this stolen land...
  
   If you're like me you'd like to think we've learned from our mistakes
   enough to know we can't play god with others' lives at stake
   so now we've all discovered the world wasn't only made for whites
   what step are you gonna take to try and set things right
   in this stolen land
  
   stolen land -- but it's all we've got
   stolen land -- and there's no going back
   stolen land -- and we'll never forget
   stolen land -- and we're not through yet