Plymouth Rock

Tuwaitha on a moonless night Blacked out, except for the street fires My first raid, made up like a shawnee brave, I even had my head shaved When we jumped off the deck White bullets tore right through my neck I lost the reason I lost the reason I'm here Grabbed my throat, heart pumped blood flow Until my clothes were crimson soaked Body was wet, collapsing down I lay there as the guns blazed around Sew me up again Get me out of here I lost the reason I lost the reason I'm here - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jv: acoustic and electric guitar, arp odyssey, rhodes Alex decarville: drums John hofer: drums Scott solter: acoustic, electric, and ebowed guitar, Percussion, boxharp, tape manipulation, landscapes