Let It All Be

(Part 1) when did it begin? and will it ever end? the way you take the muscle from the song and kinda swing it you lay it on and I aint one of your friends losing all the grain and now you say it now why would that be me? and why would I agree to keep it in my head and what you think is cold the nature of my soul sorry man I aint gonna be told let it all be I wonder why you put this on me I speak my mind its sorta funny I'm violent with the hands in my head they kind of move but movin gets me nowhere now you can all decide and you can tell your lies but who you call your friends and what you think is cold the nature of my soul sorry man I aint gonna be told let it all be (Part 2) tangle it in the ends heart in hand lookin for the blood of the white man lookin for the day when I can be an indian after all this time I get my revenge but I, I aint no indian I have to kill with what I can dream of their fight, dream of their death