we were plying indians up in the trees
the two sisters were my squaws i was the chief
we build a little platform about 6ft high
a shelter to protect ourselves
we were so young so the game became serious
and in the hectic of the game they pushed me
and i fell on my back and the hit cut my breath
couldn’t move couldn’t talk

and i try not to cry

like a turtle on its back i must have looked so bad
didn’t wanna show the so i said that i’m all right
took all my energy together to reach the soft and tender pet
and then took a rest

Lyrics submitted by black_cow_of_death

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