Nightgoer

There's your guide Colonel, the Seminoles killed him Who's gonna get us to the blockade run? How're we gonna get to them Cuban isles and wait till this smelly war blows over? We'll have to try it alone Let's move Listen, in the frigid land above you repose O Red Man Quickly we have prepared your arrows For the soul of the imprecator He has them laying along the path Quickly, we two will take his soul as we go along Listen, in the frigid land above you repose O Purple Man Ha! Quickly we have prepared your arrows For the soul of the imprecator He has them laying along the path Quickly we two will cut his soul in two Rattlesnakes, a nest of 'em Let the boy have a shot Sergeant If there are Seminoles about, they know we're here A shot won't make any difference If there are Seminoles around, then why ain't we seen 'em? Why ain't they caught up with us? Why should they try to kill us when every growing Living thing can do it for 'em while they stand by and watch. And they are watching, watching every move we make Five brave undaunted soldiers fighting every crawling inch of green We must be quite a comedy Run for your lives, I'll stay and do what's right They're attacking us boys, they're attacking us It's the whole green hell turned on us, hear it? Every crawling tree, every gnarled root and limb, to break us