The joker danced a silly dance
he never really had a chance
the fool, afraid to take a stance
zooming in on the cash advance

They were but searching to be free
and to escape the reapers fee
Both of them lived inside of me
in the battle of wounded knee

With dying hope I swung my axe
not yet ready to pay the tax
the sun was shining through the cracks
and highlighted blood on the tracks

We were but stuck and no one fled
some of us were already dead
I swung my axe, he lost his head
as holy ground slowly turned red