Holiday quiet on these streets, except for some stubborn leaves That didn't fall with the fall and now they clatter in vain Holiday sky, midnight clear
I opened up the music box I wish you would have changed the locks To keep me from replaying All the feelings I've been saving I did not keep them locked
Well, my friends do me so right I'm lucky this far, maybe it's karma I get over them, but only at times And I thank my lucky stars I wish I may, I wish
the beads we made by hand Are nowadays made in Japan Cherokee people Cherokee tribe So proud to live So proud to die They took the whole Indian Nation
again] And the horse is leaving me running out of space running out of reach you're not the one you think you are since you were born an Indian tribe
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
Jag vill inte ens att du ska le nar jag sager att jag ar ful... Beratta for mig hur man bryter isen Din hud far farg som indianers och du stirrar upp
name But she liked the way he played the game Everybody cheered when he scored that Last touchdown Indian summer, the wonder The hunger and the sound of distant thunder Indian
(Instrumental)
We used to go out, Together all the time, I would look between my fingers while you tried to hide, When the stars came out, They would call our names,
If you want to Then you've got to Let it show It is waiting Heaven is waiting If you want to Then you've got to Let it go It is waiting Heaven is waiting
can swim in the cove, have a snack in the grove Or you can rent a canoe At Indian Llake you'll be able to make the way the Indians do Indian Lake is
, that's the way That's the way hey, hey in the USA There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range But the cowboys and indians have changed
Instrumental (dedicated to the late Timmy Taylor of Brainiac)
There's a full moon in the sky It's got a hold on me, I'm hypnotized Like your love it's getting stronger Please keep my heart a little longer Indian
I rolled off the Frisco mint in 1909 The last one they ever made, you should've seen me shine When I landed on the counter they gave me to a kid Making
be afraid 'Cause the indians won't fight 'til day break Ah ah an Indian War. Ah ah an Indian War. Ah ah an Indian Old Sitting Bull said we won't take
Rain Clouds in the sky, ( I ) Don't know why They make me blue, when I'm thinking of you Maybe they want to cry, As I walk on by Hiding my tears, in a