Murder - HORSE the Band

The blood of this family, it mingles

With the clay in the sinking riverbed

I tie the boy down and tear his mother’s gown

But it’s OK, she’s already dead

I’ll sell the boy and the horses to the snake you cannot see

I cut open the white man and take from his woman too

If it were up to me, all the white faces would bleed

And bleed and bleed and bleed, it’s true

Murder, it’s murder

Empty plains echo with empty screams

There’s a wagon on the highland

Father and his girl, both are heading south

I tie the boy and the horses

Then I use the skills of the wolf

I don’t use a bullet

I get close enough that I can use my knife

My knife!

I cut open the white man and take from his woman too

If it were up to me, all the white faces would bleed

Red’s a better color, it’s true

Let the blood out, let it flow

Cut the blood out, let it flow

Kill the blood out, let it flow

Like a river

Let it flow, like a river

Let it flow, like a river

Let it flow, like a river into the sea