Bury my heart at wounded knee
Cause I sell sanctuary
The line is drawn somewhere between where your remains are stockpiled
And where Woodstock circumvented your academia
And those directionless years in Glasgow
You spent sleeping with a pill on your tongue
It's Mary Jane's addiction twenty times over again
Well, we broke ourselves staggering after stupid fun
I'm slick rock, I'm on ice
You stick that block in the crook of your arm, you never think twice
Cause I'm a standard breed
And you're just the greatest mind circus I've ever seen
Fly across to Finland fifteen minutes away
Svelte and in your placement that I longed for this day
Just for some organised retreat inside your grandpappy's score
Just feed me your ambition, girl, Diablo needs more
Was I your first choice of weapon, darling?
Was I the fleet-foot cast so well?
Is it my right to commentate on your private life, oh sweetheart?
Ain't life in this millstone swell?
Well, I'm a fe