Prairie Saints

Call me the joker, van by the river, waste of potential, lone and left alone
Call her the killer, black fade thriller, no going near her, boy she's eat you whole
Oh and damn that's the man, run while you can, I haven't dealt with him before

Prairie Saints, the dirty dozen in the backroom
I'm in something of a pinch, a squeeze, a blitz, a proper brawl
And 12 cold blades. Dance like wind throughout the meadow
Plain and simple cuts deep, deep, deep through modern ways
Showing Cheyenne Strength
Showing Cheyenne Strength
Showing Cheyenne Strength
Cold-cut native law

Hush baby hush baby live your point of view
To hell with his thoughts, with his words, and with his truths
Call me the rabbit, creature of habit, never dealt with me before

Prairie Saints, the dirty dozen in the backroom
I'm in something of a pinch, a squeeze, a blitz, a proper brawl
And 12 cold blades. Dance like wind throughout the meadow
Plain and simple cuts deep, deep, deep through modern ways
Showing Cheyenne Strength
Showing Cheyenne Strength
Showing Cheyenne Strength
Cold-cut native law



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Mudd
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