Dirt poor and
down trodden,
he didnt ask for this
this life among the fallen--
My fuckerface, he paid his dues
among the homes of the forgotten
Scandinavian/Cherokee was his pa
(tho not for long)
Crow Creek Sioux and German, his ma..
and all along the Rosebud rez
his half-breed skin, rubbed raw.
Ah, my beautiful sweet fuckerface--
you are the finest blood-brother
of them all.
Now the hardness of this world slowly
grinds your dreams away
Making a fool's joke
out of the promises we make
And what once seemed black and white
turns to so many shades of gray
We lose ourselves in work to do,
work to do and bills to pay
And it's a ride, ride, ride,
and there ain't much cover
With no one running by your side,
my blood brother
On through the houses of the dead
past those fallen in their tracks
Always moving ahead
and never looking back
Now I don't know how I feel,
I don't know how I feel tonight
If I've fallen 'neath the wheel,
if I've lost or I gained sight
I don't even know why,
I don't know why I made this call
Or if any of this matters anymore, after all
But the stars are burning bright
like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep moving through the dark
with you--
in my heart, my blood brother
https://youtu.be/8KiPcYxQ6iI
xoxo