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Indian MassacreShuttin' down the motel now that his bodies foundLying in blue water in the shore of Tarrytown His body rose in women's clothes and tangled on the dock In Sundays' best they're laid to rest I quit my job at the armory and met you under the overpass A siren on the highway, high and silently it passed We laid between the evergreens I turned and heard you say It's good to be young and free Everything that money brings sure don't mean a damn While you lie beside me where this wild highway spans The unicorn defends itself from man and hound alike But it don't win and soon it's skinned I stood outside your window I couldn't see within Your curtains faintly stirring like a restless little thing I lit a smoke as morning broke, I knew it'd be a while Before I'd find peace of mind |