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