Our Christmas and our Easter thrown away

Bonfire night and birthdays thrown away

The garage and the kittens claw

I recall the day before I threw it away

Holidays and homelight thrown away

Bedtime and our bruises thrown away

The razor and the hunting hat

The hard backed chair in which I sat

I threw it away

I’m no Indian Brave I’m no Indian Brave

You’re the grown up hope of future years

But I’m no Indian Brave

Photographs and letters thrown away

Cigarettes and secrets thrown away

The bus stop and the mobile phone

The dock gates and the long walk home I threw it away

I’m no Indian brave, I’m no Indian brave

You’re the grown up hope of future years

But I’m no Indian Brave

Libro shirts and posters thrown away

Friends and future family thrown away

Till the day this scared heart dies

I can’t forget your slaughtered eyes

I threw them away

I’m no Indian Brave

I’m no Indian Brave

You’re the grown up hope of future years

But I’m no Indian Brave