[♪♪♪]
[FIRE CRACKLING]
JOHN: Ma?
Pistol.
Pistol, okay.
Here you go.
Sit, John.
I can't get up.
You'll have to tend the house
until your father returns from Washington.
Momma, how can I...
You have to keep the fire going.
[COUGHS]
When will Pa be back?
Fetch water first thing in the morning.
And you have to shoot something,
John, not too big.
Something you can drag home.
You boys can't starve waiting on help to come.
Okay.
John, don't stray too far from the cabin.
Savages.
[COUGHS]
If the savages come, you don't surrender.
You fight till the end, boys.
Are the Injuns coming?
No.
No, we're just talking.
I-- I don't want the Injuns here.
It'll be alright, my little lion.
Is Daddy gonna be here before they come?
Family is the most important thing in the world
to your Daddy.
He'll be home soon, I promise.
[COUGHS]
Get to the chores now, boys.
[POLLY COUGHING]
Okay. Let's go.
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTS]
[TRAPS RATTLING]
[♪♪♪]
MAN 1: I mean, look at the water.
It's clean, warm, sweet.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANT]
Hey.
I said I needed three traps.
This look like three traps to you?
[MAN WHISTLES]
Come on.
[HAMMERING IN DISTANCE]
Pull now.
MAN 3: How long are you gonna stay?
Alright, come on. Get on, boy. Go on.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND]
MAN 5: Hey Gabe, we got some for you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Did you get all them traps washed?
Yes, ma'am.
You remembered who to give them to, didn't you?
Yes, ma'am.
Well, then.
It must be time for breakfast.
Caleb!
Do you have the count on Davis Bridger yet?
I counted as far back as the past month.
And?
Are my suspicions well-founded?
It seems that Mr. Bridger's haul
is about half of the other men.
Huh.
All right.
[TRAP RATTLING]
[TOAD CROAKING]
[BIRD SQUAWKING]
[HORSE NEIGHS]
Ooh.
Mr. Powell, what's the matter?
You skimmed right past the greetings
and straight to what's wrong?
Hmm.
Guilty conscience, Bridger?
I ain't done nothing.
That may well be the case.
Or you could be stashing pelts in order to sell them yourself
at the trading post down in Alabama.
I ain't stashing nothing, Mr. Powell.
I swear it!
Give back the pelts now and you can work out the winter.
Every pelt I have is in your smokehouse.
Well, then, you leave me no choice.
On behalf of the Northern Fur Trading Company
I hereby terminate your contract on suspicion of thievery.
BRIDGER: Wait! Wait!
As per your contract with the Northern Fur Company,
I am ordering the repossession of all tools, supplies,
and personal effects granted you under your trapper's agreement.
Unhand that musket, sir.
It is the property of Northern Fur.
You can't just leave me out here with no horse.
You can collect your paltry earnings
at season's end.
[HORSE NEIGHS]
No boots, no horse, no musket.
Damn you, Caleb, I'll die out here!
I'll die out here, I tell you.
[BIRD CHIRPING]
[HORSE NEIGHING]
If, in the pure extermination of them, you find fault,
I won't judge your character.
No.
So much blood has been shed in the procurement
of an independence that remains daily under duress.
It burdens me.
Profound veracity of the forces aligned against us
remain of critical concern.
Now this colony is not certain to survive, gentlemen.
In the face of an entire continent
of native brutes propped up by European monarchies.
And we must have one purpose.
And one purpose only.
The swift and thorough removal of the Natives.
That would take an act of Congress.
I intend to introduce a bill
in the fourteenth Continental Congress.
The Federalists have a vice grip on the House
and Senate.
The Indian Removal Act must be passed.
And it is with your pledge that I will bring the will
of the people to this Congress.
I have drafted a Proclamation detailing the intent
of the Indian Removal Act.
And I ask that you will fix your signatures as a pledge
to return to Tennessee
and gather up as much support as you possibly can
for this effort.
I, Andrew Jackson, pledge my support and efforts
to the enactment of this bill.
[♪♪♪]
I, Martin Van Buren, pledge my supports and efforts
to the enactment of this bill.
[♪♪♪]
Help me carve a nation from these savage lands.
I, James Polk, pledge my support and efforts
to the enactment of this bill.
I, Davy Crockett, pledge my support and efforts
to the enactment of this bill.
A message, sir!
Bring it round then.
For a Mr. Davy Crockett, sir.
I am Crockett.
And from whom, please?
A Mrs. Polly Crockett.
ANDREW: Mr. Crockett?
MARTIN: Sir?
You'll have to pardon me.
My wife has fallen ill.
In its greatest time of need, you would turn your back
on your nation?
You know the depth of my loyalties.
But we will want you on the Senate floor.
Your presence will go a long way to display
the enormous public support that it has.
I will sign this pledge.
But I will not turn my back on my family.
Good day, gentlemen.
POLLY [VO]: Davy, I've fallen ill.
I've become bedridden with fever,
the sweats, and a cough that shakes me to my soul.
I fear the boys will be left to fend for themselves.
You must come home to us, Davy, before it's too late.
Yours truly, Polly Crockett.
[♪♪♪]
Aah!
[GROANS]
[♪♪♪]
[BARKING]
Sorry, old boy.
But you'd never outrun 'em.
[♪♪♪]
[GASPS]
[SIGHS]
Did you catch anything?
[THUDS]
[FIRE CRACKLING]
I'm gonna go fetch some more firewood.
[CLATTERS]
[♪♪♪]
[COUGHS]
[♪♪♪]
WILLIAM: We gotta catch a rabbit tomorrow, John.
[♪♪♪]
JOHN: Our father--
John, can I talk to God?
Okay, but make it quick this time.
God, please help our momma get better real quick.
And make daddy get here as soon as he can.
Please give John the strength for taking care of us,
the house, and the animals
until daddy gets here.
And please keep us safe from the English
and the Indians.
[THUNDER ROLLING, RAINING]
-JOHN: Our father,... -WILLIAM: Our father,...
-...who art in heaven,... -...who art in heaven,...
-...hallowed be thy name,... -...hallowed be thy name,...
-...thy kingdom come,... -...thy kingdom come,...
-...thy will be done,... -...thy will be done,...
-on earth as it is in heaven. -on earth as it is in heaven.
[THUNDER ROLLS]
-JOHN: Give us this day... -WILLIAM: Give us this day...
-...our daily bread. -...our daily bread.
-And forgive us... -And forgive us...
-...our trespasses,...
-...as we forgive... -...as we forgive...
-those who trespass against us. -those who trespass against us.
-Lead us not into temptation, -Lead us not into temptation,
-...but deliver us from evil. -...but deliver us from evil.
-For thine is the kingdom,... -For thine is the kingdom,...
-...the power,... -...the power,...
-...and the glory forever. -...and the glory forever.
-Amen. -Amen.
[♪♪♪]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[BIRDS SCREECHING]
[SIGHS]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[TAKING DEEP BREATHS]
[POURS]
[GRUNTING]
[TAKING DEEP BREATHS]
[CUTTING]
[BIRDS SCREECHING]
[GRUNTING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[CROWS CAWING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[THUDS]
[FIRE CRACKLING]
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
Can I swing the ax this time?
You like your toes?
Then, no.
One.
Two.
Three!
[GRUNTS]
Alright.
Grab the hammer,
I'll grab the wedge.
[♪♪♪]
Easy, boy.
That's it.
Good boy.
[♪♪♪]
Easy.
[♪♪♪]
[FIRE CRACKLING]
[CHITTERS]
[GUNSHOT FIRES]
[♪♪♪]
[WHISTLING]
[♪♪♪]
Easy.
[♪♪♪]
Where are we headed?
I reckon we'll have some luck over by the river.
But we ain't supposed to go that far by ourselves.
Yeah,
but momma hasn't been out of bed in a week
and daddy's not here yet.
We have to go where the food is.
Alright, get low.
Let's go.
[GUNSHOT FIRES]
John, you missed!
There's no way I missed.
He run off yet?
Hurry!
WILLIAM: Still there.
He sure must want whatever he's digging for.
[BULLET RATTLES]
[GUNSHOT FIRES]
Let's go.
Doesn't look like it's been here too long.
Daddy said don't ever take anything
from another man's trap.
It's stealing.
I'm not gonna starve to death over a pelt.
After we clean it, we can bring the pelt back
and leave for the trapper to find.
Deal?
Let's hurry, though.
[TRAP RATTLES]
[WOLVES HOWLING IN DISTANCE]
You have a good rest, fella?
[WOLVES HOWLING IN DISTANCE]
[♪♪♪]
Whoa there.
Whoa.
Whoa there.
You're gonna need a break soon.
See them mountains?
Once we get over them,
it's a straight path to the cabin.
No more than two days' ride.
[♪♪♪]
[PANTING]
[♪♪♪]
CHEROKEE 1 [SPEAKS CHEROKEE]: So far from your territory?
And alone?
[LAUGHS, SQUEALS]
[GRUNTING]
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
[SCREAMS]
Stop!
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
[PANTING]
[GRUNTS]
[PANTING]
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
[SCREAMS]
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
[MOANS]
[COUGHS]
[FIRE CRACKLING]
[POLLY COUGHING]
Oh, it stinks.
[JOHN GRUNTS]
I think it's ruined, William.
We got to try.
If the trappers--
How will they ever know it's us?
Let's just return it the best we can.
After we eat.
[♪♪♪]
Yep, there--
There she is.
Emptied by a hand that I swear not mine.
It was just like this when I came upon it.
I-- I swear to it.
I know it was Oldman.
You needn't fear reprisal from me.
You've done the right thing bringing it
to my attention right away.
You go back on your route now.
And uh, consider this reconciled with me
and the company.
Thank you, Caleb.
We've got some tracking to do.
You sure you want to go tracking with that storm
moving in, boss?
Well, if there's a storm moving in,
we better get going,
because the storm will wipe away the tracks, won't it?
[SIGHS]
Yeah.
[♪♪♪]
Little feet.
Maybe a Squaw?
Or maybe a younger savage,
looking to impress his tribe with a kill?
It's not savages.
No, no.
The shoe prints.
They're cowhide, not buckskin.
Uh, colonial children.
There's two of 'em?
Aye.
And one of 'em's using a musket as a walking stick.
[♪♪♪]
[SPEAKS CHEROKEE] May the Universe provide me
the chance to repay you.
[♪♪♪]
I figured you'd be back.
You miss me, boy?
[♪♪♪]
You alright?
[NICKERS]
Trail leads here.
Looks like that fire's about out.
Scant smoke coming from the chimney.
[COCKS GUN]
But we don't go in hostile.
Looks more like a neglected homestead
than a den of thieves.
[♪♪♪]
[FOOTFALLS APPROACHING]
[BANGING DOOR]
Northern Fur Trading Company!
Open the door.
WILLIAM: What's the matter, John?
Is it the savages?
[BANGING DOOR]
Is it the savages?
CALEB: I can hear you inside.
Open this door
or we'll be forced to kick it down.
[TAKING DEEP BREATHS]
[COCKS GUNS]
[BARGES THROUGH THE DOOR]
[GUNSHOT FIRES]
[WHIMPERS]
Didn't your daddy teach you
not to pull the trigger before you're sure of your shot?
[♪♪♪]
Get away from momma!
Hey, calm down!
Calm down!
Hey!
What's wrong with the woman?
She's sick is all.
Where's your daddy?
The cupboards are bare,
the paddock hasn't been tended to in weeks,
and whoever chopped that firewood wasn't a grown man.
How long has he been gone?
Uh, a couple weeks.
Sit.
And the woman?
JOHN: She's been sick about a week.
But for the last few days, she took a turn for the worse.
Could be yellow fever.
Or worse, whooping cough.
[SIGHS]
Is he coming back?
He'll be here any minute.
You better run!
I think I'll take me chances.
What do you want, mister?
I am seeking compensation and justice
for stolen beaver pelts.
Uh, I don't know nothing about that.
Don't you?
[♪♪♪]
[BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE]
[FIRE CRACKLING]
Do you know the value of a beaver pelt?
Hmm?
Of course, you do.
It's the currency of the land around here,
isn't it?
Sorry we took your beaver, mister.
But we were starving to death.
To death?
Well, what he means is--
I know what he means, boy!
I have to wonder,
how long have you been feeding
from the great North Fur Trading Company traps?
Hmm?
I have a shortfall in pelts from the trappers around here
that amounts to dozens.
I swear, it was our first time we ever done it, mister.
Mm-hmm.
Tend to want to believe you,
but you are thieves, are you not?
Just this once.
Hmm.
And I'm sure you'll agree, a thief can never be trusted.
Ever!
Correct?
Have you any coin money?
Paper money?
No, sir.
Oh, well, then.
Those pelts fetch me $7.50 in New York City.
$7.50?
That's a month's pay for basic farm work.
Now you multiply that by two dozen,
that's almost $200 you owe me.
We told you we ain't got no money, mister.
Hmm, I know.
Show me your hands.
Ah, good.
They're calloused.
Boss, we uh, run back soon?
No, it's-- it's dry and warm in here.
We'll go back to camp tomorrow.
Don't take your eyes off those two.
You take the first watch.
Make them squat on a bucket if you have to.
Oh.
SPIKE: Hey, Caleb?
Hey uh, I was getting kind of hungry, wondering if you are.
Eh?
Oh, I'm done.
Alright.
[SIGHS]
[♪♪♪]
[TAKES DEEP BREATHS]
[♪♪♪]
POLLY [VO]: Come home to us before it's too late.
[GASPS]
[♪♪♪]
[SLURPS]
SPIKE: Hey, boss.
Seen someone in the trees.
Huh.
Your watch is over.
Get some rest before we head back to camp.
[DOOR OPENS, CREAKING]
Hello!
The surprise!
Huh, yeah.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[GRUNTS, SNIFFLES]
[SPIKE SNORING]
My-- my apologies, Caleb.
When you didn't come back to camp--
It's alright, Oldman.
Oh, your presence here is quite convenient, in fact.
How's-- how's that, sir?
Well, we have some spoils to bring back
and two new camp hands.
[COUGHS]
This will be your only chance.
You have to make a run for it, boys.
Don't stop till you get across the valley.
Should be there by dusk.
[SNORTS, SNORES]
Stay out of sight.
Trust no one until reach Elizabeth Patton.
She'll make sure you get back to your daddy.
Don't look back.
You just keep running.
Now go and stand by the door.
And remember,...
...boys, I'll always love you.
[♪♪♪]
[COCKS GUN]
Get out of my house.
[GUNSHOT FIRES]
Ah!
[SCREAMS, GRUNTS]
You three, go after those kids and bring 'em back.
And don't break any bones.
They owe me labor.
[YELLS]
[GRUNTING]
Are you two imbeciles quite finished?
What? What?
She had a musket.
Ah!
[COUGHS, GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
Why are you doing this?
For King, Country,
and the great North West Fur Trading Company.
Your family owes us a debt.
And by law, I am entitled to collect it
by any means available.
[COUGHS]
[SLAPS, THUDS]
I am sure glad to see you, boys.
What's happening here, boys?
Where are you off to in such a hurry?
We're running away.
Running away?
From who?
JENSON: They're running from us.
MORRET: Put your hands up.
[COCKS GUN]
So, you are the father then?
I am.
What's going on here?
A small legal matter that needs resolving, is all.
Legal matter?
What sort?
These two boys are thieves.
They stole more than two dozen pelts
from the traps
of the great North West Fur Trading Company.
Impossible.
They're not thieves.
They have admitted as much, sir.
I have witnesses.
[CROW CAWING]
Is this true, boys?
We only took one, daddy, I swear it.
We were starving and momma can't get out of bed.
There you have it.
An admission, heard with your own ears.
Surely I can provide restitution for the pelt.
25 pelts.
They admit to only one.
We have had more than two dozen pelts gone missing this fall.
These two boys are thieves and liars.
We can only deduce that they are the culprits
for the full count.
That's preposterous!
Is it?
You have heard their admission.
The actual pelt found smoldering in your fireplace.
The remnants of many pelts found throughout your property,
and frankly, sir, the prolonged absence
of a guardian, amounts to sufficient evidence.
I make a declaration of monies owed.
Do you have $200, sir?
Of course not.
I demand restitution in the form of peonage.
Peonage?
You'd labor these two innocents as camp hands
over a beaver pelt?
For how long do you propose?
The market value is two years' labor, each.
Now, hold on!
There is no way I will allow this travesty of justice!
Oh, I feel certain you will.
I will be their surrogate.
I will work off the debt or pay it!
And what will happen to these poor boys
and their sickly mother with you gone for four years?
You may have a legal right, but justness is on our side!
Justness does not take sides.
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
Don't take 'em!
I'll catch 50 beaver for you!
If I let you and your family go,
I have no guarantee that I will ever see you again.
You would destroy my family for $200?
You would raise thieves rather than hold them to account?
They were just hungry children!
Yes.
And when they have paid their debts,
they'll have their whole lives to look forward to.
They will never survive two years in your camp!
Then perhaps you should have raised stronger boys.
[GRUNTING]
Burn the cabin!
Come on.
[GRUNTING]
No one survives that.
He's done.
[FIRE BLAZING, SIZZLING]
[♪♪♪]
[FIRE BLAZING, SIZZLING]
[COUGHING]
[♪♪♪]
[COUGHING]
[FIRE BLAZING, SIZZLING]
Polly.
Polly!
[FIRE BLAZING, SIZZLING]
[POLLY COUGHING]
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTS]
I knew you'd get here in time.
The boys?
They took 'em, Polly.
I couldn't stop 'em.
Who will protect 'em now?
[FIRE BLAZING, SIZZLING]
[COUGHS]
Davy.
Davy?
Would you come sit with me, Davy?
I've been standing here wondering,
what in this world changes if...
I should have never accepted Jackson's invitation
to Washington.
I couldn't help but wallow in the false sense
of being important.
Jackson and his Indian Removal Act.
I can't even protect my family from civil men.
How am I gonna help protect a nation
from the savages?
Davy.
I should have been here, Polly.
Davy.
The men who put profits, self-interest,
nation-building above humanity,
they make one wonder, who are the real savages?
They have taken our children, Davy.
I will return them home to you, my love.
[SOBS]
[♪♪♪]
[NEIGHING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[COCKS GUN]
Unbelievable.
How far ahead are they?
About two hours' ride.
Uh, maybe 20 minutes.
We lost time crossing the rapids.
How many in the camp?
Must be 20 men.
Where will they keep the boys?
They'll be at the smokehouse with Margaret.
Margaret?
WILKES: She's the count keeper.
She looks after the books for the trappers.
Settles up with the company at the end of the year.
She watches after the youngins in camp.
Smokehouse?
WILKES: That's right.
DAVY: Pull up your trousers.
If I leave you here untethered,
will I have to contend with you again?
I reckon here's good a place as any to take a nap.
It is at that.
[GRUNTS]
Quit straggling, boy.
Come on.
You can walk or you can be drugged.
Hey!
They got you tangled up good.
You need a hand with them toddlers?
[TRAPPERS CHUCKLING]
Come here.
Hey, come on!
Gonna give you some--
We'll need to break this one of the urge for defiance.
Three lashes.
You heard me.
Done it now.
-[WHIPS] -[SCREAMS]
CALEB: Harder!
-[WHIPS] -[JOHN SCREAMS]
[SPITS]
[SOBBING]
You'll learn.
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
I have no quarrel with you, old man.
Ah.
I ain't got no choice, mister.
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
You'll be alright in the morning.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN BACKGROUND]
[♪♪♪]
Caleb!
We were wondering when we were gonna see you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND]
[♪♪♪]
Help, Spike.
TRAPPER 2: What's going on?
And get ready for a fight.
With who?
[♪♪♪]
Why are we stopped down here?
This is where we're gonna ambush him.
You sent three men after him.
Have you ever noticed the lengths a man will go to
to protect his family?
He's just one man.
[♪♪♪]
If I survive this, I know you will find me.
Go.
[♪♪♪]
An interesting way to present arms, sir.
I knew you were coming.
I've come for my sons.
[CALEB SIGHS]
And here was me,
hoping for a peaceful resolution.
[GUNSHOT FIRING][♪♪♪]
You can't kill us all with one musket ball.
You shoot me, they will kill your sons.
Why don't you set that musket down?
And let's see if we can resolve this peacefully.
Well, what's it to be, sir?
[GUNSHOT FIRES]
[GRUNTS]
[GUNSHOT FIRES]
[♪♪♪]
TRAPPER 3: Hey, hey, what's going on?
You see that?
Hey, get back here.
[GRUNTING]
TRAPPER 3: Hey, you see that?
Them boys are lose.
Come on, we got work to do.
[PANTING]
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTING, PANTING]
[♪♪♪]
[GROANS]
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTING]
[YELLS]
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
John!
William!
TRAPPER 4: Work your way, we'll leave you both.
Come on!
TRAPPER 5: [INDISTINCT SPEECH]
Come on!
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN BACKGROUND]
[GRUNTS]
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTS, YELLS]
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
All of this for nothing!
I will have my pound of flesh.
I will have my recompense paid out
at the expense of your thieving offspring.
And you know why?
Because the covenant of the law protects my property.
Protects me from the failed parentage
of derelicts like you.
The law is our barrier against anarchy.
Without the law, civility would be torn asunder,
set agape as we are overrun by the savages.
We are all savages.
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
TRAPPER 6: Don't let them get off. [INDISTINCT SPEECH]
[GRUNTS]
TRAPPER 7: Get the horses out now!
[GRUNTING]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN BACKGROUND]
[♪♪♪]
[GUNSHOT FIRES]
[MEN GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪]
[GROANS]
You can't kill me, sir.
We-- we are both civilized men.
[SIGHS]
You come for my boys again.
And you will know the taste of a savage's blade.
Ah!
[GROANS]
[HOOTS]
[♪♪♪]
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, my babies.
Where's your daddy?
[♪♪♪]
DAVY [VO]: Dear Mr. Jackson, as I have been,
by my signature,
affixed amongst the ardent public supporters
of your proposed Indian Removal Act,
I've lately become enlightened during my arduous journey
from Washington D.C. to my homestead in Tennessee.
The portrayal of the hardships endured by
my family in my absence are impossible
to impress upon you here,
but sufficient are your own experiences as to
at least partially illustrate the many dangers
that had befallen them.
I myself was tested mightily.
Rest at ease in knowing we all came through it
somehow still endowed with the gift of life.
Allow me, though, to share the result of
my experiences.
I have decided to rescind my support for your proposition.
And as I have been compelled just recently to run
for the vacant congressional seat in my district,
I forewarn you that you will come to feel the weight of
my opposition more fully.
No doubt you will retreat into your thoughts,
contemplating the profundity of my reversal,
cursed with the plaguing inquiry, "Why?
Why has Davy Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier,
betrayed my loyalties and now stands in opposition?"
Your answer is quite simple.
While the lands are indeed savage,
somehow man need not be.
And the natives that live among us are no more savage
than any of the rest of us.
Perhaps with all that stands against the survival of man,
we can at long last stand together.
Englishmen, Colonial, and Native.
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♪ Light has to find just to get to the ground ♪
♪ We're underneath
♪ Many a good man can be found
♪ What don't break you will make you ♪
♪ At least that's what they say ♪
♪ It's a savage life
♪ Sometimes life's the price you pay ♪
♪ A brutal force of nature can be fatal and cruel ♪
♪ We're an eye for an eye
♪ Don't play by any rules
♪ It's standing on the edge of a cutthroat razor blade ♪
♪ Where wild crosses pass with fear ♪
♪ Too scared to be afraid
♪ It's not a place where the weak survive ♪
♪ Even the strong fight to stay alive ♪
♪ Sometimes the best you can do just ain't enough ♪
♪ It's like death's always knocking at your door ♪
♪ Ghosts from the past coming back for more ♪
♪ Run like hell, but there ain't no place to hide ♪
♪ From a savage life
♪ Take what you get and give back what you can ♪
♪ There's days when you run and days when you make a stand ♪
♪ Time can be your enemy or be your best friend ♪
♪ From the very first breath you take right till the very end ♪
♪ It's not a place where the weak survive ♪
♪ Even the strong fight to stay alive ♪
♪ Sometimes the best you can do just ain't enough ♪
♪ It's like death's always knocking at your door ♪
♪ Ghosts from the past coming back for more ♪
♪ Run like hell, but there ain't no place to hide ♪
♪ From a savage life
♪ Take what you get and you give back what you can ♪
♪ There's days when you run and days when you make a stand ♪
♪ Run like hell, but there ain't no place to hide ♪
♪ No, there ain't no place to hide from a savage life ♪
♪ It's a savage life
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