Bad Indian The Gun Club
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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 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!!
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!!
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