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Cheyennes
Coloured faces dripping sweat, with a dug up tomahawk
The rogue Indians aren't fucking around anymore
They climb out when I fall asleep, take even that which is mine
I mustn't grumble though, or my conscience would eat me up.
Dancing to the rhythm of guitars, cavorting around the fire
Being merry by night, no one's as good as them
Singing songs to A Dur, when they walk down our street
Smelly like a Remoudou cheese, south-Bohemian and aged.
Cheyennes are coming
Swinging their axe left and right.
Cheyennes are coming
They steal whatever they take
Cheyennes are coming
Taking up their war paints
Cheyennes are coming
Feathers swinging on their heads
They stole my stagecoach, dark shadow disappearing in the distance
But I don't mind, I'll save up for another one
Two smoke signals, I can hear their drums resound
There's no time to negotiate, we have to apologise
Cheyennes are coming
Swinging their axe left and right.
Cheyennes are coming
They steal whatever they take
Cheyennes are coming
Taking up their war paints
Cheyennes are coming
Feathers swinging on their heads
Here's winter time again, they pack up their teepee
In a year, they'll come back again on their canoes
There are few who like them, they drink Tennessee whiskey
There in the maple's shadow, they can scream into the woods
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Soren em 2014-08-27
Soren em 2014-08-27 Adicionado em resposta ao pedido de 
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