begun. you don't need a reason, to get out on the dance floor. we can get it on, and on, all night long. you don't need a reason, to get out on the dance
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
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
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 this
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
the face of God There were soldiers marching by my door and a tap upon my phone And a freeway inching toward me that would someday eat my home And the
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
his monuments I see him staring, laughing, hiding behind politics I see the women going to the law to raise their children The same law that wants us gone, so children
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
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
