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?
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
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
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"Bad Indian" as written by Jeffrey Pierce
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