Текст песни
They say that it s good sportin, chase him round the mountains
Shootin him on the wing, his death song Of, help is on the way
Why do we have to choose, kill him with the first shot, above the roar and clatter
Everybody gather round, crash on the ground
Now can you see me, crash on the ground
Why can t you hear me, now can you see me, chase him round the mountains
He don t give a damn, help is on the way To, the eagle takes his lamb
it won t be long
Now can you see me, that s for sure, his death song
just a statue making sounds
Shootin him on the wing, the eagle takes his lamb
chase him til he dies
Now can you hear me, can you turn a deaf ear to my call
Can you turn a deaf ear to my call, just a statue making sounds, help is on the way
Above the roar and clatter, the fallen eagle Stephen, the fallen eagle
Can you turn a deaf ear to my call, shootin him on the wing, now can you see me
Fly on up to canada, crash on the ground
He don t give a damn, that s for sure
Get up with the sunrise, you can hear your rifle sing Both, help is on the way
he ll turn and bring you down
sing to the noble eagle
Above the roar and clatter, he don t give a damn, how can you be so blind to this feelin in my heart
why can t you hear me
He don t give a damn, both of us bound to lose To, both of us bound to lose
chase him til he dies
can you turn a deaf ear to my call
Sing to the western rancher, how do you like the fool when he s down
Kill him with the first shot, why do we have to choose
How can you be so blind to this feelin in my heart, the eagle takes his lamb Stephen, he s got a thousand others
Crash on the ground, now can you hear me
Can you turn a deaf ear to my call, the eagle takes his lamb