Из альбома: Voltage & Violets
You see any buffalo?"
"No"
I killed the Indians with my
Four-wheel drives and my shopping centers
I paved over their mass graves!
I moved their decendents on to
A barren land and got them
Drunk on Budweiser!
Like medusa, turning men into stone
I turned the Indian into wood
And stood him outside
A cigar store