The Kingsbury Manx - Custer's Last lyrics

Running rings in the rain under emotional strain You only carve out the time for complaining This is as far as it goes, we top a minor plateau And soak it up from head to totally deranged In and out of the clouds there are no voices allowed And so we head southeast by south Try to lighten the load or make a fork in the road So we don't have to take the longer way around An unfortunate end before we ever begin And now it's finally sinking in This is a hell of a thing and all the traps we could spring Will have them squirming in their skin One fell swoop of the hand Dug deep in the sand Like Custer's Last Stand We could fight in the dirt Hitch a wagon to words Undeterred