The blood of this family mingles
With the clay in this stinking riverbed
I tie the boy down and tear his mother's gown
It's okay, she's already dead

I'll sell the boy and the horses
To the snake you cannot see
I cut open the white man
And take from his woman too
If it were up to me
All the white faces would bleed
And bleed, and bleed, and bleed
It's [bad word] 
Murder
It's murder
Murder
It's murder

Empty plains echo with empty screams
There's a wagon on the highland
father and his girl- both are heading south
I tie the boy and the horses

Then use the skills of the wolf
I don't use a bullet
I get close enough I can use my knife
My knife

I cut open the white man
And take from his woman too
If it were up to me
All the white faces would bleed
Red's a better color
It's [bad word] 
Let the blood out
Let it flow
Cut the blood out
Let it flow
Kill the blood out
Let if flow
Like a river

Let it flow
Like a river
Let it flow
Like a river
Let if flow
Like a river
Into the sea