Tooting Bec Wreck
I could cry myself to death
and wash this all away
In a flash you were gone
leaving me a couple of songs
that I listen to everyday
And I don't even care
that you were so unfair
I worshipped one time at your feet
Save up our tears
Catalogue all our fears
Give into the stretching years
Your words hit me just last night
when I saw it with the after sight
what was on your mind
Too late to ever change
things go a little bit strange
you were too far behind
And the reasons I have to live
Run To The Hills
Run to the Hills
(Harris)
White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack
Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives
Soldier blue on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whisky and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills run for your lives
(repeat to end)