"I'll Be an Indian" as written by Mentor R. Williams and Jack S. Conrad....
You've got shot
You've taken a lot
You just don't want this to end
We've got time to spend

We've got the facts
So why can't you relax?
You don't like it, keep it at bay
Think I'd rather stay
Rather stay inside
And it's open wide

Who will hold their heads tonight?
The brightest bulbs are turning white
Between their palms, their steady thumbs
Below the call the stadiums
The people with their hands above
The only thing you're thinking of
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough

You've got chops
You hit the same spots
He swears that you've wrapped it too tight
He's been up all night

Wringing his hands while you strike up the band
He don't like it, don't want it that way
Think I'd rather play
Rather play inside
And it makes me cry

Tap your feet, shake your heads
Though someone put us back to bed
We're going through our past careers
Like quiet faith's favorite fears
And praying for someone so fair
I'd like to push you down the stairs
Right down the stairs
Right down the stairs
Right down the stairs
The stairs


Lyrics submitted by MrSpatula

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