Lions Mane

We might have turned back
on the trail near the end
might've heeded the warnings
felt the shift in the wind

We could have thought twice
why the hell are we here?
at the crossroads of history
with our thumbs in our ears

Now it's Custer's last stand
all over again
we're about to get massacred
cause we didn't make friends

Never learned to play fair
nor to live here in peace
its the end of the line
as we silently pray
we shall be released

We never asked the right questions
didn't listened so well
to the people who lived here
so we taught them 'bout hell

'bout a God full of vengeance
mans falling from grace
now we're bracing for trauma
cryin' for mama with mud on our face

It's Custer's last stand
all over again
we're about to get massacred
'cause we didn't make friends

Didn't learn how to live
with a dream for the land
so we'll die at the gate
to the garden of Eden
with the key in our hand

Live and let live
never was our refrain
we stole from the natives
plowed up the plains

Stretched out our fences
laid all the rails
built clapboard cities
with timber and nails

Drained the good springs
turned the rivers to mud
cut down the forests
sucked out the blood

Now it's Custer's last stand
all over again
we're about to get massacred
cause we didn't make friends

Didn't learn how to live
together in peace
we'll fall on a hill
our last dying prayer
we shall be released ~