For you I would tattoo me With lines crossin' into a hand And a heart that would never bleed With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm Standing
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the Bayou with our tail lights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the state line And we never have the
You and me of the 10,000 wars Dividing life into factions of pleasures and chores A bed to be made and a bed to lie in A hand in the darker side and our
Welcome me to The City of Angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials They
I've taken, so many down I've helped them all to dismount I've followed, so many down I take their hand me downs All with hope, all with hope That emptiness
She won't recover from her losses She's not chosen this path but she watches who it crosses Maybe move to the right, maybe move to the left So we can
home again in Indiana Now it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin drop They started dropping like flies The oldest little Indian got sick and vanished
Cowboys and Indians, heteros and gays Blacks and whites and all of their ways Their all dancing underneath the moon Lawyers and army men, the left and
a doubt My aim is true, I'm on my way And I know what life is all about I'll be around One day Gunslung civilians I'll be around We'll play Cowboys and Indians
, that's the way That's the way hey, hey in the USA There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range But the cowboys and indians have changed
(feat. Douglas Robinson from The Sleeping) This is it. This is. I'm pushed against the wall with my eyes closed and a weight under my feet. I'll
Cowboys and Indians Heteros and Gays Blacks and Whites and all of their ways Their all dancing underneath the moon Lawyers and Army men The Left and
Give it back to the Indians! Two cents more to smoke a Lucky, Dodging busses keep you thin, Now New York is simply ducky, Give it back to the Indians!
see the peace pipe burning low You criticize each little thing I do But listen baby, I've got news for you There's too many chiefs and not enough Indians
Indian brothers' getting burned Original American Turned into second class citizen Cry for the Indians Die for the Indians Cry for the Indians Cry, Cry, Cry for the Indians
, Tom Mix Yahoo! Here they come Chasin' all the Indians away Shoot 'em down, round 'em up Yahoo! For the cowboys But what about the Indians Those brave native Indians
little, two little, three little Indians Four little, five little, six little Indians Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians Ten little Indian
again] And the horse is leaving me running out of space running out of reach you're not the one you think you are since you were born an Indian tribe