oll 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...