You blew me out of the southnand Texas toonI made love to California to get away from younnNew York has made you, a hungry girlnnow, you catch up with me at the end of the worldnnI don't believe younWhat are you doing down here?nYou need something in a shoe?nor are you just a Bad Indian?nnBad Indiansnthey love the land they hateneat your flesh and then forget the tastennSomeone describe, that primal drivento consume what's theirs and seek what's minennI don't believe themnand I don't believe younI suspect everything you don'cause you are like a Bad IndiannnBad IndiannDo your war dance!!nnNow you're strippednby the things you donyour ass is glass and I can see through younnGo find somebodynwho ain't been so hardngive me an overdose of the drug that you arennYou are like a ghostnwith crazy hands and mouthna necklace made of eyeballsnyou are like a Bad Indian