Denver City - Wovenhand

Train bull shameful walk the rail

Law and pistol for the low dogs tail

I live on fox I’m sittin in the sun

Wakan oyate wakan nape

Wotan in washte

Listen how the boy drags on

Thats the spirit

thats the spirit

But he will not keep silent no

He shall come

Fire before him a tempest around him

They run

I’m on fire stretched out on a bed of Spanish ice

Down from my mountain I shake

I shake everything twice

This corrosion is electric

Runnin down this rusted grill

How many could

mean and seated

How many could

Thats the spirit

hey yeah thats the spirit

Hey disciple walkin talkin born and raised

Ol town Denver City ways

Sometimes I pray on my emotions

From above it I bite my lip

Hey disciple walkin talkin born and raised

Ol town Denver City ways

He’s wound a heavy chain round his shoulders This a way

Sometimes I pray on my emotions

From above it I bite my lip