Try as I might these color blind eyes won't bleed
The water from the stone is the water I need
You gave enough hope to take the lead
Knowing damn well it was not red but green
But among your chosen few
Of these Heathens allowed around
If we bleed the beast you'll see the way to
Let the cheek tɾickle down
I've held my [A]tongue you [A7were ɾight, that was [Am7]mean
You're wrong [Am]to [C7]set us wasting time amongst the weeds
Cause we're easy fodder our bootstɾaps now seem [A]a breeze
You might add my [A]body to [C7]those who died who made you [A7king
But among [Am]your chosen few
Of these heathens allowed around
If we bleed the beast you'll see the way to
Let the cheek tɾickle down
But among [Am]your chosen few
Of these heathens allowed around
If we bleed the beast you'll see the way to
Let the cheek tɾickle down