Why do you build these scars around me? Asphault and concrete to surround me. You steal our land and nature's song, Leaving open wounds where the buffalo belong We will defend our ancesteral rights And while you may not understand our fight, Believing us to be only rudimentary, You will not move our family cemetaries. For every inch of pavement that you try to lay We will find another roadblock, another delay. Eastern Colorado is not Your private playground, So build your little highway through someone else's town.