Riders on the storm That's what they called us Rebels with out a cause Nobody could stop us Definitions by impressions we won't control at all Mobbing through the city with With the tribe on our back Getting caught up in the feeling Of reviving the past Two young bucks Freedom was the loudest siren call (Tsitsitsas) (Pikunii) There we were Laying in the street and leaking Bleeding Heating the concrete in the coldest season Telling myself "we gotta stay awake and keep breathing" We gotta keep breathing They kept us apart Strapped you down to a bed And put me in a cop car I thought you were dead But we made it back out didn't we? Two years later they got you permanently