Cripple Crow 歌词

When they come from the over the mountain Yeah we'll run we'll run right around them We've got no guns no we don't have any weapons Just our cornmeal and our children The dust drowns The dark clouds But not us But not us While we pay for mistakes with no meaning All your gifts and all your peace is deceiving And still our pain dissolves with believing That peace comes, their peace comes That peace comes, their peace comes Now that our bones lay buried below us Just like stones pressed into the earth Well we ain't known by no one before us And we begin with this one little birth That grows on, that grows on That grows on, that moves on Cripple crow say something for our grieving Where do we go once we start leaving Well close that womb Or else keep on bleeding And change your tune It's got no meaning