Moon rises behind a setting sun
Winds blow across the plains
Me I’m looking out through iron bars
Missing my family once again
Spirits walk across the desert floor
Wolves howling out their names
They took everything that I had known
And called it the progress of change
Take from your brother now what you will
Pick up your guns and make a stand
They took my pride after they stole my land
Left me with dust in my hands
Painted your face for war and commerce
Saddle your horses for the ride
Across the desert to a brand new land
Sealеd your promise with a lie
Take from your brothеr now what you will
Pick up your guns and make a stand
They took my pride after they stole my land
Left me with dust in my hands
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The Cold Stares Lyrics – Dust In My Hands