Wounded Knee

Drunk and entwined

Along the railway line

Haven't seen you this happy

In a long time

Since the last decade

Seems all the bad bottles finally paid off

Seems all you sad lovers

Gather moss

But the sun is in the bay

Loose on a quiet day



With an endurance of three

I got down on my good knee

Good hand on the wounded

With one sentence I'd destroy it all

But nature cooled it



So call it a draw

You got your teenage memorial

And I got free alcohol

Drunk and alone

On a road called home

The story's old

But I won't let go