Comanche

I feel the pressure is building in me My stomach's sick, it's getting harder to breathe I hear the screaming, I feel the disease There's blood in the air, and there is death on the breeze! Will you...

You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt Come comanche, comanche, comanche, come oh If you want to have cities, you've got to...