deer-ree-shee
black angels, the
black cloud painted with trouble
we will be forced to steal
like grey hawk perched up in tree
waiting for the right kind of thrill
i didn't know this was a game to you
i should have known by the silver
white men and god are one
make us feel like foreigners
let's trade secrets and get along fine
which part of ours is entitled to us
you can't cross our imaginary lines
trail of fear and tears to come
not a dry eye in our tribe
all worn down by the power of new
let's get together and drink until noon
let's get together and dream
let's get together and drink until noon
how could we stop this force
we should have drawn our own lines