William Wallace Geronimo
My granddaddy, when he didn’t keep his temper on low
Give ’em hell, Harry
Apache war-horse paint
And, baby, me some nights when I’ve had too much to drink
Puts a thunder in my chest
And lightning in my eyes
With a mean streak that comes on like a flood
Most men seek love and peace
But some are born with a storm in their blood
Leonidas on a Spartan Sea
The Lion of Judah flippin’ tables on Pharisees
We all got a battle we gotta fight
Baby, won’t you ride with me until I’ve won all mine?
With a thunder in your chest
And lightning in your eyes
And a mean streak that comes on like a flood
Yeah, most will seek love and peace
But some are born with a storm in their blood
Fate whispers to the warrior
“You cannot withstand the storm”
But the warrior whispers back
“I am the storm”