The Black Angels - Deer-Ree-Shee Lyrics
Rain, rain look up in sky,All you see is yourselfBlack cloud painted with trouble,hanging over our nation, and youAll dry, are the crop aroundWe will be forced to stealLike Grey Hawk perched up in tree,waiting for the right kind of thrill (kill),from youI didn't know this was a game to youI should have known by the silverlook in your eyeBang, bang your magic is here,white men and God are oneMake us feel like foreigners,devils under our own sunWait, wait a few are blind,let's trade secrets and get along fineWhich part of ours is entitled to usYou can't cross our imaginary linesTrail of Fear and tears to come,not a dry eye in our tribeAll worn down by the power of New,Let's get together and drink until noonLet's get together and dreamLet's get together and drink until noonHow could we stop this forcethat grew on usWe should have drawn our own lines