ich da und ich hor? nur wie du sagst: Komm, hol das Lasso raus, wir spielen Cowboy und Indianer. Wir reiten um die Wette, ohne Rast und ohne Ziel. Hast
bin ich da und ich hor? nur wie du sagst: Komm, hol das Lasso raus, wir spielen Cowboy und Indianer. Wir reiten um die Wette, ohne Rast und ohne Ziel
We used to go out, Together all the time, I would look between my fingers while you tried to hide, When the stars came out, They would call our names,
, that's the way That's the way hey, hey in the USA There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range But the cowboys and indians have changed
back to when I was a kid All I wanted was to be a cowboy A city cowboy Wore a hat and had two silver guns And I'd get a friend to be the Indian He never
This is it, this is I'm pushed against the wall With my eyes closed And a weight under my feet I'll find my way back, with or without you It's all in
Dans le pays des indiens Tous les cretins levent les mains En criant comme des fous Houyouyouyou houyouyouyou houyouyouyou Dans le pays des pionniers
way, that's the way That's the way hey, hey in the USA There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range But the cowboys and indians have changed
war a point is all that you can score Score no more score no more. When two tribes go to war a point is all that you can score @ Working for the black gas. Cowboy
Cowboys and Indians, heteros and gays Blacks and whites and all of their ways Their all dancing underneath the moon Lawyers and army men, the left and
(feat. Douglas Robinson from The Sleeping) This is it. This is. I'm pushed against the wall with my eyes closed and a weight under my feet. I'll
Cowboys and Indians Heteros and Gays Blacks and Whites and all of their ways Their all dancing underneath the moon Lawyers and Army men The Left and
Monday morning same old story Would you care if I changed it? Waking up to cries and bad news Glycerin on the tissues Cobwebs spotless art of the hopeless
come Chasin' all the Indians away Shoot 'em down, round 'em up Yahoo! For the cowboys But what about the Indians Those brave native Indians Do we love those cowboys
Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink Let 'em drown themselves 'till they cannot see Let 'em shoot their guns towards the sky And when their