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Run to the Hills
Iron Maiden

White man across the sea
He us pain and misery
He killed our tribes killed our creed
He our game for his own need
We fought him hard we him well
Out on the plains we him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be free?
through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
for freedom the stab in the back
Women and children are cowards attack

Run to the hills, for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
them whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old