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Indians scattered on dawn´s highway bleeding<br>Ghosts crowd the young child´s fragile eggshell mind.<br><br>Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a<br>Grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through<br>The desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian<br>Workers had either hit another car, or just - I don´t<br>Know what happened - but there were Indians scattered<br>All over the highway, bleeding to death.<br><br>So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time<br>I tasted fear. I musta´ been about four - like a child is<br>Like a flower, his head is just floating in the<br>Breeze, man.<br>The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking<br>Back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead<br>Indians...maybe one or two of ´em...were just<br>Running around freaking out, and just leaped into my<br>Soul. And they´re still in there.<br><br>Indians scattered on dawn´s highway bleeding<br>Ghosts crowd the young child´s fragile eggshell mind.<br><br>Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven<br>Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice<br>Blood in my love in the terrible summer<br>Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.<br><br>Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers<br>Blood will be born in the birth if a nation<br>Blood is the rose of mysterious union<br>Blood on the rise, it´s following me.<br><br>Indian, Indian what did you die for?<br>Indian says, nothing at all.
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Indians scattered on dawn´s highway bleeding<br>Ghosts crowd the young child´s fragile eggshell mind.<br><br>Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a<br>Grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through<br>The desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian<br>Workers had either hit another car, or just - I don´t<br>Know what happened - but there were Indians scattered<br>All over the highway, bleeding to death.<br><br>So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time<br>I tasted fear. I musta´ been about four - like a child is<br>Like a flower, his head is just floating in the<br>Breeze, man.<br>The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking<br>Back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead<br>Indians...maybe one or two of ´em...were just<br>Running around freaking out, and just leaped into my<br>Soul. And they´re still in there.<br><br>Indians scattered on dawn´s highway bleeding<br>Ghosts crowd the young child´s fragile eggshell mind.<br><br>Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven<br>Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice<br>Blood in my love in the terrible summer<br>Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.<br><br>Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers<br>Blood will be born in the birth if a nation<br>Blood is the rose of mysterious union<br>Blood on the rise, it´s following me.<br><br>Indian, Indian what did you die for?<br>Indian says, nothing at all.
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