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Good Times in the Badlands
I went out to Rapid City, that's where they told me that he lived He was the last known shaman of the Nakoya clan This ancient descendant of Passaconaway He knows the right moves to put existence back in into a dead man
The evil men crawling up from the canyons My mouth feelin' dry, good times in the badlands! Run Mr President!
'Pray to the thunderbird,' is what he instructed me to do He knows where the bones lie; in fact, he scattered them there for you Ridin' three-toed horses, a brood skeletal intellect We need an army of fearless men to fight the tyrant government
The evil men crawling up from the canyons My mouth feelin' dry, good times in the badlands! Run Mr President, justice won't save you from necromance! もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
Oh, lo woah. Uh.
Streaks of lightning strike the ground where we stand Hear the howl of the wolf that leads us to the heavens, yeah Light the cedar incense, pathway to the fourth world Ashes to trees and ice to fire, this Indian gun for hire
The evil men crawling up from the canyons My mouth feelin' dry, good times in the badlands! Run Mr President, justice won't save me from the necromance, oh!
Nooooo! Yeah no, uh-no no no. Nooo, no woah oh. No no no no no no ooh
Good, good, good, good times! In the badland, yeah!
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