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
And so the story ended
Do you know it oh so well
Or should you need I'll tell you
The end, end, end, end, end, end, end, end
And
Served my time, served it well
You made my soul sell
Write the rules in the sky
But ask your leaders why, why?
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
Oh should you need I'll tell you
The end, end, end, end, end, end, end, end
And
Served my time, served it well
You made my soul sell, sell
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