Dead Thunderbird

Horse hoofs kick the dust spitting in disgust
A shadow high is cast nothing meant that couldn't last
Ancient cycle flight glides into his sight
Crimson western sky misunderstood and so must die

Outlaw aimed high
And shot thunderbird right from the sky

Flying in the sun fire echoes from his gun
A shadow now is cast the bird is falling fast
Screaming all the way down crashes into the western ground
Skullbeak will see he always drinks for free

Outlaw aimed high
And shot thunderbird right from the sky