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