Cowboys and Indians

Looking back to when I was a kid

All I wanted was to be a cowboy

A city cowboy

Wore a hat and had two silver guns

And I'd get a friend to be the Indian

He never would win

Him and me, fought a battle

Chased each other through the alley

Super me, winning battles

Was my manifest destiny

Then somewhere I had a change of ways

Decided I would rather be an Indian

Me and my friend

Super me, winning battles

Then I got a sense of history

Looking back, it's no surprise to find

Lots of people kept on playing cowboys

Killing Indians