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