Black Hills - Cayetana

Intellectually rigorous

With the things that make us feel

We tell ourselves that we’re alright

But it’s the numbness that we feel

So bring me back to those good days

I was fine with my old ways

Bring me back to those good days

I was fine with my old ways

And the prisoners still stay

And the prisoners still stay

And the prisoners still stay

Long after the guards went away

So, let me run in the Black Hills

Let me go on my free will

Let me run in the Black Hills

Let me go on my free will

Self-righteous sensibility

Well, your forefathers never founded me

And it’s the same level of a different game

Well, I’ve got ten gods but my devil’s the same

So you can rot in those badlands

I was fine with my own hands

Let ‘em rot in those badlands

I was fine with my own hands

And the prisoners still stay

And the prisoners still stay

And the prisoners still stay

Long after the guards went away

So, let me run in the Black Hills

Let me go on my free will

Let me run in the Black Hills

Let me go on my free will