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