well i jumped so high knocked the table over thought i saw a ghost come out of the clover she lived in this house forty odd years or so she was buried in the back with the english and the natives slaughtered like sheep women and babies lot of blood and tears three hundred years ago it s like they re caught up in the trees in the webs of spiders spun out of leaves ghostly riders lookin for a trail to find their way back home but there s nothing back there or tomorrow no place they can put their sorrow heavy as death cold as a broken stone and i call this place my homeland and i claim this land i own but it belongs to another people they possess it in their bones well i can hear them in the night like a hundred televisions hummin down low beneath the subdivisions all they really want is if we can hear em now they been troublin this plain lookin for attention making crazy tracks they need an intervention all they really want is to get back home somehow so build up a fire say a little prayer and cook a little meat pull em up a chair and offer them a plate maybe we can all find peace you can t bury anything men or nations old memories old vibrations the pain doesn t stop just because the killin ceased and i call this place my homeland and i claim this land i own it belongs to another people they possess it in their bones well i jumped so high straight up off the bed sheet nightmare sky bloody with the red heat started to shake cause i couldn t find my way back home well i landed in the ditch landed in the gutter landed in the arms of my long lost mother cryin like a child while the bayou pierre groaned and i call this place my homeland and i love this land i own but it belongs to another people they possess it in their bones yeah i call this place my homeland and i claim this land i own but it belongs to another people they possess it in their bones