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