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
Chorus:
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...
Verse 2:
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
Bridge 1:
Served my time
Served it well
You made my soul a cell
Bridge 2:
Write the rules
In the sky
But ask your leaders
Why why
