One day I was walking arrooooooound
I saw a boat making the roooooooounds of our land
It was 1492, boy that year made me feel kind of blue
We never saw people this strange
They're looking super beige
White as sand, came in like birds
Taking our land, saying weird words
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
It's the diary of a Native American
His name was Bodaway, this song is like a broadway
1492, the year they came, the year his life became blue
Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy okay
They came with coats and boats
After holding out a silver thing, he motions for me to grab it
Causing blood to poor gosh darn it
Sickness. Everywhere
They're taking. Over
We're dying. They're not
Now I'm riding. A boat
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
It's the diary of a Native American
His name was Bodaway, this song is like a broadway
1492, the year they came, the year his life became blue