Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink Let 'em drown themselves 'till they cannot see Let 'em shoot their guns towards the sky And when their god comes down they'll kneel and cry Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink Let 'em drown themselves 'till they cannot see Let 'em shoot their guns towards the sky And when their god comes down they'll kneel and cry They'll say it wasn't me my Lord that shot the men It wasn't me my lord that burnt the land Look at me my lord, well here I stand The Good Book in hand It wasn't me it was a brown man Give the indians love and the cowboys death Steal all their clothes, their food, take away their breath Long lasting pain cannot supplement All the deaths, hate, rape, [impoverishment?] They'll say it wasn't me my Lord that shot them And when they hit the dirt, I didn't hear a sound Please take me my Lord, I should be heaven bound [I'm white not brown?] x4 I can't stand to hear the sound Lord burn the church and burn the friar Don't let the clouds move in, just let the flames grow higher Lord [?] this earth and [make so much sense?] But grant the righteous their recompense It was all of us lord, we're to blame Since [... hands?] have been so unashamed Leave our souls to burn down with the flames Until we change, we haven't changed Until we change, we'll never change So like this we'll remain Let the cowboys burn the houses Let them burn them to the earth Let those cowboys burn in ashes [Because they've hurt?] x3 It was all of us Lord, we're to blame Since [... hands?] have been so unashamed Leave our souls to burn here in the flames Until we change, we haven't changed Until we change, we'll never change And so like this we'll remain
Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink Let 'em drown themselves 'till they cannot see Let 'em shoot their guns towards the sky And when their god comes down they'll kneel and cry Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink Let 'em drown themselves 'till they cannot see Let 'em shoot their guns towards the sky And when their god comes down they'll kneel and cry They'll say it wasn't me my Lord that shot the men It wasn't me my lord that burnt the land Look at me my lord, well here I stand The Good Book in hand It wasn't me it was a brown man Give the indians love and the cowboys death Steal all their clothes, their food, take away their breath Long lasting pain cannot supplement All the deaths, hate, rape, [impoverishment?] They'll say it wasn't me my Lord that shot them And when they hit the dirt, I didn't hear a sound Please take me my Lord, I should be heaven bound [I'm white not brown?] x4 I can't stand to hear the sound Lord burn the church and burn the friar Don't let the clouds move in, just let the flames grow higher Lord [?] this earth and [make so much sense?] But grant the righteous their recompense It was all of us lord, we're to blame Since [... hands?] have been so unashamed Leave our souls to burn down with the flames Until we change, we haven't changed Until we change, we'll never change So like this we'll remain Let the cowboys burn the houses Let them burn them to the earth Let those cowboys burn in ashes [Because they've hurt?] x3 It was all of us Lord, we're to blame Since [... hands?] have been so unashamed Leave our souls to burn here in the flames Until we change, we haven't changed Until we change, we'll never change And so like this we'll remain
