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Bad Indian Lyrics by Gun Club
Bad Indian by Gun Club
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