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 shrieking devils
Now we sound the drums of war
This is what we feared
The paleface 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
