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You blew me out of the south and Texas too
I made love to California to get away from you
New York City makes 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 new to chew
or are you just a bad Indian?

Bad Indians they love the land they hate
eat your flesh and then forget the taste
some just got 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 ... 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 beat so hard
give me an overdose of the drug that you are

You are like a ghost
with crazy hands and mouth
and a necklace made of eyeballs
you are just a bad Indian... bad Indian... bad Indian... bad Indian

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