Hey Mr. Custer,
Why do you dare the hand of fate?
The claw of death waits to grab
golden medal, your honor idolized
Your heart is stone, your blood is iced

Ceaseless rifle fire
Blowing your dreams away
The barrels [bad word] hot
What a painful bloody day

Last fight at little big horn
The hand of death was waiting
To take the soldier blue away
Last fight at little big horn
Where the [bad word] was given
And all the soldiers fought in vain

The soldiers are riding, unprepared for the attack
touch of death, the shotguns crack
The blood is flowing, the desert sand turns red
Why did you lead them to this trap?

Ceaseless rifle fire
Blowing your dreams away
The barrels [bad word] hot
What a painful bloody day

Last fight at little big horn
The hand of death was waiting
To take the soldier blue away
Last fight at little big horn
Where the [bad word] was given
And all the soldiers fought in vain