Do you care about what I tell Would you dare to toll the bell They used to live in freedom and peace Then the white man came with a gun and they had to fall
Why don´t you fight back There was no chance Ballad of dying
Those white bastards came with a gun And exterminated almost the whole red race The red man knew how to fight With his own hands, his own knives so they had to die
Why don´t you fight back There was no chance Ballad of dying
Geronimo come on stand up, you fought your battles so hard and bravely But now your soul has to endure eternal pain Die white man you put them down Die white rat get away and leave them beingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.