Blood On My Moccassins Paroles

My feathers go down down to my toes
and only the buffalo know
that re-runs of old tv shows pass over your eyes like Kaleidoscopes

and you walk

I came back and made that soul a mess
and it tastes tastes better than flesh
i could creep creep less and less
but your never comin back again

Your ghost memories in your hall
and you speak in your tongues overall
and what you cant cant understand
is your the ghost with the most on the holy land

And you talk
You walk

and your dead

get used to that noose you talk in circles sleep walkin as you choose
you got a face ugly as sin and you got blood on my Moccassins

Cause your death set

Your death set