The Old Man Told Me And He Told Me Good


The Old Man Taught Me Every Trick In The Book


And When He Expired In A Whispered Groan


He Said, Go Crush The Empire Operate Alone


'Cause You're The Last Of The Mohicans


You're The Last Of The Killer Tribe


You Better Find The Man Who Runs It


The Man Who's Gonna Set This World On Fire


Behind A Wall Of Titanium


You Gotta Tear It Down Stone By Stone


In The Middle Of The Evening


In The Middle Of The Night


I'll Come A Prowlin'


I Can Smell His Hide


Looks Like A Vampire In Broad Daylight


So I Pull The Trigger Put An End To The Fight


'Cause I'm The Last Of The Mohicans


I'm The Last Of The Killer Tribe


I'm Gonna Start Multiplying


Like A Fast Eagle In Disguise


I Won't Help You None


Redskin Is About To Track You Down


I Disguise Protect You No


From The Last Flash Of Indigo


Here We Go