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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.
THEY'RE SAVAGES, SAVAGES.
BARELY EVEN HUMAN!
SAVAGES, SAVAGES.
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!
THEY'RE SAVAGES, SAVAGES.
DIRTY, RED-SKINNED DEVILS.
NOW WE SOUND THE DRUMS OF WAR.
This is what feared, the pale-face is a demon.
The only thing they feel at all is greed.
Beneath that milky hide there's emptiness inside.
I wonder if they even bleed!
THEY'RE SAVAGES, SAVAGES.
BARELY EVEN HUMAN!
SAVAGES, SAVAGES.
Killers at the core!
They're different from us,
which means they can't be trusted.
We must sound the drums of war.
THEY'RE SAVAGES, SAVAGES.
First, we deal with this one,
then we sound the drums of war.
SAVAGES, SAVAGES.
(Let's go kill a few, men!)
SAVAGES, SAVAGES.
(Now it's up to you, men!)
SAVAGES, SAVAGES.
BARELY EVEN HUMAN.
NOW WE SOUND THE DRUMS