Текст песни Bad Indian - Live 1982 the Continental - The Gun Club

You blew me out of town in Texas too
Then I rode the California to get away from you
New York City makes you a hot ugly girl
You're tryin' to catch me at the end of the world

I don't believe you, so what are you doin' here?
Is something eatin' at you or are you just a bad Indian?

Bad Indians, they love to make me hate
Eat your flesh and I'll never forget the taste
Some people just got way up on the track
Took a suicide horse to see what's mine

I don't believe them and I don't believe you
Suspect I'm a danger too, 'cause you are like a bad Indian

Bad Indian, bad Indian, bad Indian

Hey, come on now, do your war dance
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Now you're stripped of the things you do
Your eyes glass and I can see through you
You'll find somebody who won't be so hard
You know the silver shark that you are

You are like a ghost with crazy hands and mouth
And if you spit in my balls you are like a bad Indian

Bad Indian, bad Indian, bad Indian