Guess the tune
Shall we try and start up this game again?
White man came across the sea
Brought us pain and misery
Killed our tribes killed our creed
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
www.vlammetje.com
i used to like iron maiden when i was about 14
right my turn
right my turn
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls
It's not enough it's not enough
His hand has faltered

-
117
- Lowly Janitor Guru
- Posts: 12548
- Joined: Sat Jun 14, 2003 12:23 pm
- Location: a destination a little up the road
noone got ed's one so im having a go:
In my eyes, i'm not lazy
In my face, it's not over
In your room, i'm not older
In your eyes, i'm not worth it
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my gimme back my gimme back...
Gimme all your...
Gimme all your...
Gimme all your...
Gimme all your...
Gimme all your...
Gimme all your...


