歌词
You blew me out of the south and
Texas too
I made love to
California to get away from you
New York has made you, a hungry girl now, you catch up with me at the end of the world
I don't believe you
What are you doing down here?
You need something in a shoe? or are you just a
Bad Indian?
Bad Indians they love the land they hate eat your flesh and then forget the taste
Someone describe, that primal drive to consume what's theirs and seek what's mine
I don't believe them and
I don't believe you
I suspect everything you do 'cause you are like a
Bad Indian
Bad Indian
Do your war dance!!
Now you're stripped by the things you do your ass is glass and
I can see through you
Go find somebody who ain't been so hard give me an overdose of the drug that you are
You are like a ghost with crazy hands and mouth a necklace made of eyeballs you are like a
Bad Indian