Bad Indian - Demo

by The Gun Club

From the album: Miami

Duration: 2:38

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Lyrics for Bad Indian - Demo

You blew me out of South and Texas too I made love to California to get away from you New York City makes you a hungry girl She's not catching 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 to let her hate Eat your flesh and then forget the taste Some just got a primal drive To consume themselves and see 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 Now you're scared By the things you do You're as fast and I can see through you Go find somebody Who ain't beat so hard Give 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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