Big Chief Thundercloud

Waiting for the shit to hit the fan
The height of aspiration is the measure of the man
Fate will always do her very worst
Bound by superstition and muffled by the curse

Every little negative thought
Every subtle cynical retort

Waiting 'til it all goes belly up
In the face of tribulation, let's see how you measure up
Wait until it all comes crashing in
Adversity determines just how much you want the win

Standing Bear and Captain Jack
Sitting Bull and Pontiac
Red Cloud and Geronimo
Cherokee, Arapahoe
Give it up for Big Chief Thundercloud

Waiting for the toast to hit the ground
With every expectation that it lands butter side down
Waiting for the train to leave the rails
The spiky twist of chance cares little who becomes impaled

Every little negative thought
Every subtle cynical retort

Waiting for the shit to hit the fan
Fortune wields the spanner that comes smashing through the plan
Destiny smirks down upon the brave
Courting bold misfortune to become her willing slave

Standing Bear and Captain Jack
Sitting Bull and Pontiac
Red Cloud and Geronimo
Cherokee, Arapahoe
Give it up for Big Chief Thundercloud



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Cooke
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