Oh, the snot has caked against my pants
It has turned into crystal
There's a bluebird sitting on a branch
I guess I'll take my pistol
I've got it in my hand
Because he's on my land
And so the story ended
Do you know it oh-so-well?
Well, should you need, I'll tell you
The end-end-end-end-end-end-end-end
And...
Yes, I've seen you sitting on the couch
I recognize your artillery
I have seen you many times before
Once when I was an Indian
And I was on my land
Why can't you understand?
Served my time
Served it well
You made my soul
Write the rules
In the sky
But ask your leaders
Why, why