Sacagawea's Son Lyrics - Singles - Eron Falbo

You know I'm walking down the street, 

Just trying to make ends meet. 

For so long time I've tried to find 

To finally just realise It's true, 

I'm the one who's a fool. 

But I will pick a fight with you 

In a thousand avenues. 

So meet me at noon, 

Beneath the devil's scorching sun. 

Yes, I am the buffoon, 

But still you better bring your gun. 

Sacagawea's Son 

Sacagawea, 

Sacagawea's 

Son 

Sixshooter in my belt 

With the cards that I was dealt 

Well I could be bluffing, but there's nothing 

That could stand in my way 

'Cause, I could draw a straight 

And in a derelict ship 

I can still enjoy the trip. 

Like a woman's slip 

Before corruption by her dress, 

The master's whip 

Without his slave would have nothing to suppress. 

Sacagawea's Son 

Sacagawea, Sacagawea's Son 

Just do whatever you want, 

And you can do it with flaunt. 

Think you can't afford the price, 

But if only you expand your mind, 

You'll find that no one really minds. 

That though the boss don't say, 

There's more than just one way, 

For you to pay 

The price of your well-earned autonomy 

And that'll be the day! 

Say all the mice, whose vices need astrology. 

Sacagawea's Son 

Sacagawea, Sacagawea's Son 

So meet me at noon 

Beneath the scorching sun 

Yes, I am the buffoon 

But still you better bring your guns. 

Sacagawea's Son 

Sacagawea, Sacagawea's Son