Lyrics of 'Indians/ Heaven And Hell (Live Medley)' by Anthrax

Cry for the
Cry for the
Cry for the
Cry for the
Cry for the
Aaaw
You go!
Go!

This one is for you, Bulgaria!

We all see in black and white
When it comes to someone else's fight
No one ever gets involved
Apathy can never solve

Forced out, brave and mighty
Stolen land, they can't fight it
Hold on to pride and tradition
Even though they know
How much their lives are really missing
We're dissing them
On reservations, huh!
A hopeless situation

Respect is something that you earn
Our Indian brothers' getting burned
Original American
Turned into a second class citizen

Forced out, brave and mighty
Stolen land, they can't fight it
Hold on to pride and tradition
Even though they know
Much their lives are really missing
We're dissing them
On reservations
Lemme hear 'ya, man!

Cry for the Indians
Die for the Indians
Cry for the Indians
Cry, cry, cry for the Indians

Love the land and fellow man
Peace is what we strive to have
Some folks have none of this
Hatred and prejudice

Forced out, the brave and mighty
Stolen land, they can't fight it
Hold on to pride and tradition
Even though they know
How much their lives are really missing
We're dissing them
On reservations
A hopeless situation

Cry for the Indians
Die for the Indians
Cry for the Indians
Cry, cry, cry for the Indians

Bulgaria, lemme hear you!
Whoa-ohh!
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-ohh
(Whoa-oh-oh)
We love you, Ronnie!

Sing me a song, you're a singer
Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil
The Devil is never a maker
The less that you give, you're a taker

So, it's on and on and on
(It's Heaven and Hell,) yeah! Give it up, say!
Oh, yes! On and on, and on
(It's Heaven and Hell) Yeah! Oh well, yeah
It's on and on and on
It's on and on and on
It's on, on, on

Heaven and Hell!
Everybody knows that Ronnie is alive, man! 'Cause he's the man!
Of the silver mountain!

Alright, let's get this place goin', man! Come on!
Bulgaria! Bulgaria, can you hear me?

Territory, it's just the body of the nation
The people that inhabit it make its configuration
Prejudice, something we all can do without
Flag of many colors that's all about

We all see in black and white
When it comes to someone else's fight
No one ever gets involved, no one
Apathy can never solve

Forced out, the brave and mighty
Stolen land, they can't fight it
Hold on to pride and tradition
Even though they know
How much their lives are really missing
We're dissing them
On reservations

Cry for the Indians
Die for the Indians
Cry for the Indians
Cry, cry, cry for the Indians

Oh, yeah
Ohh! 'Cause Ronnie Dio, man!
It's heaven and hell! Oh, yeah!
Yeah! 'Cause he's the man
The man on the silver mountain!