Nathan Winneke - Murder lyrics

The blood of this family, it mingles With the clay in the sinking riverbed I tie the boy down and tear his mother's gown But it's OK, she's already dead I'll sell the boy and the horses to the snake you cannot see I cut open the white man and take from his woman too If it were up to me, all the white faces would bleed And bleed and bleed and bleed, it's true Murder, it's murder Murder, it's murder Empty plains echo with empty screams There's a wagon on the highland Father and his girl, both are heading south I tie the boy and the horses Then I use the sk**s of the wolf I don't use a bullet, I get close enough that I can use my knife (my knife) I cut open the white man and take from his woman too If it were up to me, all the white faces would bleed Red's a better color, it's true Let the blood out, let it flow Cut the blood out, let it flow k** the blood out, let it flow Let it flow, like a river Let it flow, like a river Let it flow, like a river into the sea