Christopher The Conquered - Rick the American lyrics

White Gra** upon the hill You know me too well For my love and I have laid upon your breast Oh, White Gra** upon the hill You asked me for a bed And all I gave you was hell Still, my love and I we sleep upon your breast Oh, White Gra** upon the hill Honey, I stole these earrings for you Because I thought you wanted me to If I had to live this day over and over for the rest of my life You know I'd steal 'em again and again just for you... You k**ed a man in Colorado Rode away from the bar into the wintry night Your snowmobile your steed, granted the horse god's speed Oh, White Gra** upon the hill. Drunken, you beg me for a ride You ate my soul that night When it all was done, collapsed upon my bed And swore I'd never help a man again... I'd never help a man again! Never help a man again!