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...