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Men Women Children Dance In My Blood

so we're singin') (oh) the first cowboys were doing the ghostdance singin' (oh) the first cowboys were doing the ghostdance For your soul, for your name Many brave men's blood

He asks me for my autograph I write nobody and then I wrap myself up in my woolly coat And I blind him with my pen 'Cause someone must have stuck something in my

in my featherless, sagging, saffron wings, i dance my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wings wave in the air i am drunk laying against

In my featherless, sagging, saffron wings, i dance my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wings wave in the air i am drunk laying against

he asks me for my autograph I write -nobody- and then I wrap myself up in my woolly coat and blind him with my pen cause someone must of stuck something in my

All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter men, women

In my featherless, sagging, saffron wings, i dance my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wings wave in the air i am drunk laying against

you mighty men With your jaws, and fists, and guitars and pens And your sugarlip, but I've never been to the firepits With you mighty men Who made you

my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter men, women