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And Indian ghost from long ago
They gave birth to my bastard kin
America it is called
A sensation of eternity
Locking arms side by side
Crouch
the ghost of Indian John Hill
John came home from the war in Vietnam
Worked his job down at the mill
He tried to forget what it was like to kill a man
Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
post to post
Assimilation, coast to coast
Institutional Father…son, the holy ghost
Indian Agents, abductions from the family homes
Control system, no
The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back
Is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians
Maybe one or two of 'em
Were just running around
Never stepped inside a studio
Making songs outta my bedroom
कमरे के अंदर मैं कैद हूँ
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Ghost in the trap house
Got a new bitch
She came in town
And then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile
She came in town
And then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile
of the city
(She came) The women are crying, red rivers of weeping
She came in town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered
Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's
Fragile eggshell mind
We have assembled inside
This ancient and insane
(Me no are no nice guy)
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Indians lying on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts in the young child's fragile ...
Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
We have assembled inside
This ancient and insane
I got goals now I might get ghost now
Walk in that bitch and it look like a ghost town!
Indian nigga I ride a elephant all you niggas irrelevant
the whiskey-drinking Indian
Or the Marine who went to war
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch
have our last cigar
Front porch in the afternoon
I'm standing on the corner of Holly and Indian St
Starting at your ghost
Where did you go
We were
drinking Indian,
Or the marine that went to war.
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes,
But his land is just as dry,
And his ghost is lying thirsty,
In
the whiskey drinking Indian,
Or the marine that went to war.
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes,
But his land is just as dry,
And his ghost is lying thirsty,
the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
Indian
Or the marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty
In the ditch where
of sticks and stones and mud
And I'd lead the charge of Indians while you hid with your gun
But you'd cheat and tease, throw stones at me
Knowing I'd give in
Indian,
Or the marine that went to war.
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes,
But his land is just as dry,
And his ghost is lying thirsty,
In the ditch where
Please
Excuse
My south Indian genes, I'm that brown syndicate, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother
(Chorus: Smokey the Ghost)
I'm a South Indian
Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went
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