They took the whole Cherokee Nation Put us on this reservation Took away our ways of life The tomahawk and the bow and knife Took away our native tongue
in the coin They found few new musicians and persuaded them to join And Paul Revere decided since they had such new-found fame We need a fancy title and The Raiders
PAUL REVERE & THE RAIDERS LET ME (1969) Let me, let me, let me Baby don?t you get me Let me, let me, let me Baby don?t you get me Allright Can?t you
Look at us today We ain't got nothin' nice to say We've got our hands up in the air Expecting miracles from somewhere And the words, we don't pay no
Girl you got this need to know what I'm all about There is something that you dig you can't figure out Well, you wanna know what moves my soul And what
Hah, when I left my wife and child, Louie go back home And my, oh my car jumps and it's about to drive me wild, Louie go back home Ah a little voice inside
This is just our little memo To remind you of my demo Put in the mail a week ago Haven't heard it on the radio Good mornin', song seller I suppose we
Hold tight at midnight Am I dreaming or are you beaming out? Are you beaming out? Like light, snow white Red fluorescence, iridescence now Are you beaming
It's late and I'm awake Staring at the wall Open up my window My head floats out the door No one else around And a shimmer takes my eye I lift my head
rain pours down over a city night has fallen like a stone are you gone or are you with me in my heart i'll never know if i close my eyes i'll see you
time machine Now the gate is open solar wide Million kingdoms are inside Raiders of beyond - energise Raiders of beyond - speed of light Raiders of beyond - blinding white Raiders
It's late and I'm awake Staring at the wall Open up my window Head falls out the door No one else around And a shimmer takes my eye I lift my head Blinded
Hold tight At midnight Am I dreaming or are you beaming out? Are you beaming out? Like light Snow White Red fluorescence, iridescence now Are you beaming
[Intro: Sen Dog] ... y que cabron... me vale... a huevo... Tonces pues, pa mi clicka digo La pura Cypress Hill clicka familia, pa que sebas Muero por
I'm on a plane to Jamaica,(Am I) Puffin' a fat wada, talk shit, For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the ruff shit, Hard rock bone breaka, Stoned Raider
And it's taken up most of my time I can't explain the reason or rhyme But I got it down line for line Now you'll see And you say that you want to
What if I was to tell you That I can see inside your head? And what if I was to tell you That in the end you'll end up dead? What if I was to show
Been hugging the bowl now baby And I got the sweats My Nose is running badly And I ain't done yet I got an ache in my belly baby And it won't go