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Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink |
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Let 'em drown themselves 'till they cannot see |
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Let 'em shoot their guns towards the sky |
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And when their god comes down they'll kneel and cry |
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Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink |
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Let 'em drown themselves 'till they cannot see |
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Let 'em shoot their guns towards the sky |
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And when their god comes down they'll kneel and cry |
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They'll say it wasn't me my Lord that shot the men |
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It wasn't me my lord that burnt the land |
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Look at me my lord, well here I stand |
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The Good Book in hand |
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It wasn't me it was a brown man |
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Give the indians love and the cowboys death |
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Steal all their clothes, their food, take away their breath |
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Long lasting pain cannot supplement |
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All the deaths, hate, rape, [impoverishment?] |
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They'll say it wasn't me my Lord that shot them |
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And when they hit the dirt, I didn't hear a sound |
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Please take me my Lord, I should be heaven bound |
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[I'm white not brown?] x4 |
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I can't stand to hear the sound |
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Lord burn the church and burn the friar |
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Don't let the clouds move in, just let the flames grow higher |
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Lord [?] this earth and [make so much sense?] |
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But grant the righteous their recompense |
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It was all of us lord, we're to blame |
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Since [... hands?] have been so unashamed |
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Leave our souls to burn down with the flames |
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Until we change, we haven't changed |
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Until we change, we'll never change |
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So like this we'll remain |
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Let the cowboys burn the houses |
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Let them burn them to the earth |
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Let those cowboys burn in ashes |
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[Because they've hurt?] x3 |
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It was all of us Lord, we're to blame |
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Since [... hands?] have been so unashamed |
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Leave our souls to burn here in the flames |
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Until we change, we haven't changed |
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Until we change, we'll never change |
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And so like this we'll remain |
