Ugly Boogie - The Burning of Mission San Diego de Alcala Lyrics

These are the fields of our fathers
Who lived by the grace of the land
We fished and we drank from the river
Which you have now clogged with the dam

They call us pagans, heathens doomed to hell
But we all know too well these are lies that they tell

Fight with me my brother
Light the fires for the others
We've been shot and sickened
By their plagues and their guns
Send them far away to the places they came from

In the dead of the night we surrounded the walls
Captured the mission gate
They're strangers to this land
And we've come to understand
The plague they have set upon us

Clutch your axe and your arrow
Light the fires watch the flames grow
Avenge the plagued and the dead
Take the priest to the river
See if his god delivers
Safety from our arrowheads...