Pay no mind to his messed up hair. Pay no mind to the clothes he wears. It's just the hours he's been keepin'. Ain't been doing too much sleeping. They dyed his hair and hid his feathers. And told him he was Latin. 'Til he came chanting down the street. Like a cannibal in Manhattan. CHORUS:. Rattlebone. Rattlebone. Shake it for the war chief. All night long. Rattlebone. Rattlebone. Sweet medicine. To each his own. One sky above. One earth below. One sky above us. One earth below. CHORUS. Here's where we go off the map. Out past the power lines. Up that little side road without a sign. Hidden from the mainstream. The keepers of the ancient future. Keepers of the drum. They don't preserve it. They live it. Rattlebone. Rattlebone. Shake it for the war chief. All night long. Rattlebone. Rattlebone. Get down on your knees. And praise the dawn. CHORUS.