Bad Indian Songtext
von The Gun Club

You blew me out South and Texas too
I made love to California to get away from you
New York city made you a hungry girl
You should have catch me in 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
Some describe, that primal drive
To consume what's theirs and seek 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, blow it

Now you′re stripped by the things you do
Your ass is glass and I can see through ya
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
Bad Indian, bad Indian, bad Indian