The Gun Club
Bad Indian (Alternate Version)
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
I don't believe you
What are you doing down here?
You need something new to chew
Or are you just a bad Indian?
[Verse 2]
Bad Indians
Love the land they hate
Well they'll eat your flesh and then forget the taste
Some describe that primal drive
To consume what's theirs and seek what's mine
[Chorus]
I don't believe them
And I don't believe you
I suspect everything you do
'Cause you are just a bad Indian
[Bridge]
Teardown
Do your war dance
[Verse 3]
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
And give an overdose of the drug that you are
[Chorus]
You are like a ghost
With crazy hands and mouth
A necklace made of eyeballs
You are just a bad Indian
Bad Indian