Savages - Pt. 1 - From "Pocahontas"/Soundtrack Version

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 redskin 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
 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