Savages From "Pocahontas" Composed by Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz What can you expect From filthy little heathens? Here's what you get when races are divers Their skins are 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 shrieking 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 get a few, men! Savages! Savages! Now it's up to you, men! Savages! Savages! Barely even human! Now we sound the drums of war! This will be the day Let's go men! This will be the morning We will see them dying in the dust I don't know what I can do Still I know I've got to try (Now we make 'em pay) Eagle, help my feet to fly (Now without a warning) Mountain, help my heart be great (Now we leave 'em blood and bone and dust) Spirits of the earth and sky (It's them or us) Please don't let it be too late (They're just a bunch of filthy, stinking savages) Savages! Savages! Demon Devil Savages! Savages! What are we waiting for Destroy their evil race until there's not a trace left We will sound the drums of war (How loud are the drums of war) Now we sound the drums of war Now we see what comes of trying to be chums Now we sound the drums of... (Is the death of all I love carried in the drumming of... War!