don’t be mad guys
LION came across the sea
They brought us pain and misery
they killed our tribes, he killed our creed
they 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 kitten the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back
Woman and children, a cowards attack
Run to the hills – run for your lives
Run to the hills – run for your lives
Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing’s a game
kitten the woman and wasting the man
“The only good injins are tame”
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills – run for your lives
Run to the hills – run for your lives
Run to the hills – run for your lives
Run to the hills – run for your lives