Night Hawk gave us an early warning

Night Hawk said that you were coming
Shadows sway in the desert heat
Bloodshot Moon is arising
Like a dirty eye in the sky

Ancient rivers turn to poison
Smog covers everything
Bloody red Sun on the horizon
Children cry on the sacred ground

The way of the gun is to show no mercy
The way of the Apache is to be free
You may be running all the numbers
Lying and cheating and gambling with our lives
For every tree that hits the ground
The Apache spirit grows strong

The way of the gun is to show no mercy
The way of the Apache is to be free