White man came
across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own needs
We fought him hard, we fought him well
Out of the flames, we gave him hell
From where he came, too much for
Kree
Or will we ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes,
yalloping hard on the blades
Chasing the redskins back to their holes,
fighting them at their own games
Mighty for freedom, the stab in the back,
poor many children and cowards are dead
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Some jump blue in the barren waste
Hunting and killing a game
Raping a woman and wasting a man
The only good engines are tame
Selling that whiskey and
taking that gold
Smoking the young and des
troying the old
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
I'm back at last
Run to the hills, run for the lights
Run to the hills
Run for your life
Run to the hills
Run for your life
Run to the hills
Run for your life
You