Bad Indian Lyrics - Miami - The Gun Club

You blew me out of the south 

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? 

Bad Indians 

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 

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