Deer-Ree-Shee - The Black Angels

Rain, rain look up in sky

All you see is yourself

Black cloud painted with trouble

Hanging over our nation and you

All dry, are the crop around?

We will be forced to steal

Like Grey Hawk perched up in tree

Waiting for the right kind of thrill from you

I didn’t know this was a game to you

I should have known by the silver look in your eye

Bang, bang your magic is here, white men and God are one

Make us feel like foreigners, devils under our own sun

Wait, wait a few are blind

Let’s trade secrets and get along fine

Which part of ours is entitled to us?

You can’t cross our imaginary lines

Trail of Fear and tears to come

Not a dry eye in our tribe

All worn down by the power of new

Let’s get together and drink until noon

Let’s get together and dream

Let’s get together and drink until noon

How could we stop this force that grew on us?

We should have drawn our own lines