By the things you do
And I don't believe you
They love the land they hate
That you are
You should have catch me
You are like a ghost
In the end of the world
Some describe, that primal drive
Bad Indians
To get away from you
Who ain't been so hard
I made love to California
Go find somebody
I don't believe you
And I can see through you
Hungry girl
Bad Indian
You need something in a shoe
New York city made you a
Now you're stripped
Give me an overdose of the drug
Or are you just a Bad Indian?
I suspect everything you do
Your ass is glass
What are you doing down here?
You are just a Bad Indian
To consume what's theirs
And seek what's mine
Do your war dance
'Cause you are like a Bad Indian
With crazy hands and mouth
Eat your flesh and then forget the taste
I don't believe them
A necklace made of eyeballs
