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...