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 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 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 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 just a Bad Indian Bad Indian, Bad Indian, Bad Indian