Savages (Part 1) - David Ogden Steirs/ Jim Cummings

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 we 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 of war!