They'd lived as farmers for a long, long time They'd been forgotten, by a changing world outside Then came explorers, missionaries, hunters And cultures that clashed with the sun They brought home the stories of primitive glory And the bargaining power of the gun We came for photographs of a long lost tribe We gave them radios, that we'd brought them as a bribe Frightened that we'd take their souls Seperate the young from the old But slowly they came round Each of them spellbound Soon they were eating out of our hands We filmed all the young men naked in warpaint, the bodies, The dust & the blood While naked young women would dance for their warriors, Glistening in oil caked in mud Shocked by our pictures they made the tribe wear clothes These sights are sinful, no one must know Threatened with prison Converted to Islam In Civilisation, culture's destroyed What we have taken? Were we mistaken? How can we repay them?