Cayetana Black Hills
[Verse 1]
Intellectually rigorous
With the things that make us feel
We tell ourselves that we're alright
But it's the numbness that we feel
[Pre-Chorus]
So bring me back to those good days
I was fine with my old ways
Bring me back to those good days
I was fine with my old ways
[Chorus]
And the prisoners still stay
And the prisoners still stay
And the prisoners still stay
Long after the guards went away
[Post-Chorus]
So, let me run in the Black Hills
Let me go on my free will
Let me run in the Black Hills
Let me go on my free will
[Verse 2]
Self-righteous sensibility
Well, your forefathers never founded me
And it's the same level of a different game
Well, I've got ten gods but my devil's the same
[Pre-Chorus]
So you can rot in those badlands
I was fine with my own hands
Let ‘em rot in those badlands
I was fine with my own hands
[Chorus]
And the prisoners still stay
And the prisoners still stay
And the prisoners still stay
Long after the guards went away
[Post-Chorus]
So, let me run in the Black Hills
Let me go on my free will
Let me run in the Black Hills
Let me go on my free will