The cause it is noble, but is it just… we ride across the hillside… ride across them deep and wide… ride across to the killing side…
the figures all run away… the bullets stop them all… it is the killing side…
the cause, it is just.
the dead are just as dead
nothing goin to stop us… no matter the fuss
today in the mountains
tomorrow our world
the figures that ran away, the ones the bullets stop…
friend or foe
from behind these goggles we can not see…. from this far away we cannot care.
because it is noble and because it is just.