She was a red-skinned red and lived on the reservation
When the coal companies built a power station
On indigenous land, poisoned the sand
Got black soot all over her hand
Where mountains once stood the smoke-stacks stand
Miss Eagle Claw is going to free her land

Her mother and her father died one morning
After drinking from the well in her family's back yard
Now her aunts, uncles, brothers, & sisters
Got black lungs and strange looking blisters
On their faces amongst other places
Miss Eagle Claw is going to have her revenge

She's got five hundred sticks of dynamite
And she snuck to the station in the night
She slit their throats and let the blood run bright
And she made her way to the red-hot light

She strapped her load to the heart of the beast
And she lit the fuse of liberty
And she stood outside in the cool night breeze
And with thundering might her land was free