You're in control of the rest
1901 was the year of the bleedin' horse
We didn't get lost but we lost a chance
Yep, we followed the stork, it led us to camp
Sayin' don't be scared of anything
And I was lonely, lonely
As above so below
'Till our eyes were locked in
1902 the Devil sucked off the moon
Your back to the ground
And the W.A.C.
We became her and she became them
They couldn't find us
Then the six nippled frog
Damn, damn, we weren't scared
That war party's lookin' for you and lookin' for me
Ran across the golden moss
I recognize you mother
Was pointing Remington's at the trees
The beautiful land, sing
And then I heard the voice of heaven
I heard the voice of the land
Followin' behind us, behind us
In a little playful touch from death
My ear to your chest
Please move, mama, please make a sound
Please hold me, please hold me
Just unprepared, so we followed the caw
