Tekst:
Ghost Of A Thousand Nobody Likes A Hero

It's just a common cold, brought on by a lack of trust ,it's just a small stone hanging from an iron cross, it's just a black mark picked up by a fucking

'round me people there's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble

it Like you'd throw a dog a bone He died drunk one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for

it like you'd throw a dog a bone! He died drunk one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for

it like you'd throw a dog a bone! He died drunk one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for

it like you'd throw a dog a bone! He died drunk one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for

: Gather round you people and a story I will tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful

it like you'd throw a dog a bone! He died drunk one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for

: Gather round you people and a story I will tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful