Last of the Mohicans

 He was was the last of the Mohicans

He was the last of his tribe

And they called down the Jamaicans

And They called out all the bribes

He stumbled under blunderbus

He crumbled in the tide

But he was the last of the Mohicans and us

He was the last to have died

I cut out my own tongue as I'm speaking

So sick I am of having lied

And the taste of distrust

Like the red blood of rust

On the blade of the loved ones who have cried

I am the last of the mohicans

The last one of a crooked tribe

And not one of us is one I would trust

But for any I'd gladly lay down my life

Take me back to New York city

Take me to see old Cheyenne

And even the Cree with their lock and key

Shall see how the Lakota cried

Fight me off like a virus

Fly in the face of fear and greed

And with impossible speed

See all that we need

Another Red skin and his Creed

I am the last of the Mohicans

They called me a devil in a coat red-dyed

But they caught the black bear

And sold the buffalo hair

And now the soldier's lost his pride

Take me to the south face of the mountain

Lay my body on it's side

Let my ancestors keep a watch

Of my spirit as the scotch

Is drunk by white soldiers who had lied