roll out of bed

they're issuing lives for redmen and their wives

offering hands

and twiddling thumbs, for dreams that never come

often said

you better not look away, you'll lose the day

the way i see it

it's already lost

so then be it, they say



they're sharpening knives

and primitive lives, for redmen and their wives

bread winners and klutz

and losing it all before the one eye shuts

well i see it

as paying the price, nobody feels it these days



well i'd like to go

and kiss them away

well i'd like to know

another way

did you notice that

they're taking back lives from redmen just to



give them time to find the light

and other things that bind with pride

a killer's waking up this time

to honest gleam and needless pride

we'll never see it shine

we'll never find the time

we'll never see it shine

we'll never find the time...