In a place where no one knows I secede whilst next door low and behold A girl is waiting pleasantly placing Animals through my hair and hers I have no complaints to restrain me The ship has gone to places far gone She will follow, elegant strides Forget-me-nots, thunder in my guts You are the custodian of your own stomach And all that's in it Colonic irrigation, dear, Followed by sex and beer I am there while you are here I am no Indian you are no fairy This place will be a mess in a day So why not go our separate ways? I am no red Indian