• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Crazy Horse - Black Label Society
• Crazy Horse - Pinhead Gunpowder
• Crazee Horse - Apollo 440
• Crosshairs - Danger Doom
• Crazy Horse - John Trudell

Lightning from above
Followed by hail
Death from above
In the wake of his trail
A vision sent this child
Becomes a man
Blood of the past
Has chose his plan
Oh, I am
Oh, crazy horse, I am
Oh, I am
Crazy horse, I am
The sacrifice of others
That walk within
The battlefields of death
Embracing him
The courage from beyond
Surrounds one's soul
Walking side by side
Though graves unknown
Oh, I am
Oh, crazy horse, I am
Oh, I am
Crazy horse, I am
A vision sent
For the heavens to see
This is a good day to die
Now follow me
Oh, I am
Oh, crazy horse, I am
Oh, I am
Crazy horse, I am
Crazy horse, I am

This girl at another table
Started singing "Danny Boy"
And staring at me, with a mischeivous grin
Drawing me in with her eyes
And then she held me there with her lips
Everbody in the cafe laughed
Dazed, I walked back to my table and recieved
Some very disturbing news
"Good job, dude," Anadi said
" You just kissed crazy horse's girlfriend."
Now I'm in deep shit,
I said to myself
Thats the worst news I've ever heard
I had a bag over my head already
Bleachimg my hair
But I pulled it down
A little lower
Crazy Horseis the meanest of the mean
The leader of he lowest of the low
The St Paul skins
With a bullet hole tatoo
On his shaved head
And I just kissed Crazy Horse's girlfriend
Anadi grabbed a napkin
She drew a diagram
With red lipstick
This is how you'll look
When he gets through
You should have never came here in the first place
Now the boot boys
Arw gonna rearrange your face
"I tried to warn you, she said. "But now you're going back

hey man, how you doing?
everything's cool.
I think I need a new drug
one that cuts like a knife
no side affect
no scar for life
i need more, i need more
i got no remorse
like a crazee horse

The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire
Gettin' sick and tired of a friggin' liar
Pelican with some very soft mangoes
A closet full of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols
Flew the coop before you hit it let me warn you
She did a cool hula-hoop but don't get any on you
It's all a big scam to make y'all eat pig ham
When he's on the mic he's like the trigger man, fig jam
Doom, not to be confused with nobody
Especially, since the flows he used was so nutty
Never too woozy to go study, crews got no clues
Like old cruddy Officer McGillicuddy
Watch your six, he got a lot of more tricks
Lyrics, bricks, on sticks sure got raw-nytics
It's a gift, don't get shot for kicks
With the same slick used to plot sick vicks with
Spotted at a chick flick, holdin' hands
The other one on his swollen glands, a golden chance
That's why he kept them holes in his pants
Rollin' in a old van is what he told his stolen fans
Is that you true? Matched from hat to shoe
Snafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt's Blue
Black Jew like that's new, patch me through
No latch attached, skat shoo, catch twenty-two
Super, he's loaded dice nice
And overpriced, a arm and a leg, homey life or your ice
Villain, nag a grieving old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag
Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs
A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more green stuff
Instead of starvin' there be problems by the goo gobs
Aight, somebody's robbin' Lou Dobbs and them tonight
And he's on the next flight, moon bound
And makes it a point to stay away from the goon pound
Got some peers, that's gone in the lost years
Tears and cheers, born in the crosshairs
Hey Mr. Thundercleese
What's that you were singing?
(It is the Robotic Hymn of Doom)
Well, I always say
Nuttin' livens up a Robotic Hymn of Doom

We Hear what you say
One Earth, one Mother
One does not sell the Earth
The people walk upon
We are the land
How do we sell our Mother ?
How do we sell the stars ?
How do we sell the air ?
Crazy Horse
We hear what you say
Too many people
Standing their ground
Standing the wrong ground
Predators face he possessed a race
Possession a war that doesn't end
Children of God feed on children of Earth
Days people don't care for people
These days are the hardest
Material fields, material harvest
decoration on chains that binds
Mirrors gold, the people lose their minds
Crazy Horse
We Hear what you say
One Earth, one Mother
One does not sell the Earth
The people walk upon
We are the land.
Today is now and then
Dream smokes touch the clouds
On a day when death didn't die
Real world time tricks shadows lie
Red white perception deception
Predator tries civilising us
But the tribes will not go without return
Genetic light from the other side
A song from the heart our hearts to give
The wild days the glory days live
Crazy Horse
We Hear what you say
One Earth, one Mother
One does not sell the Earth
The people walk upon
We are the land
How do we sell our Mother
How do we sell the stars
How do we sell the air
Crazy Horse
We hear what you say
Crazy Horse
We hear what you say
We are the seventh generation