Lyrics to I'm Indian

Slip the glove upon my hand for the ants to soothe the

pain of something else.

The stings are fading in, not striking me as same, but

Indian.



Been rubbing salt in sores to wash away the heat. Is it

Indian?

And as my eyes begin to cloud I acknowledge I've been

beat. Or Indian.



Are we riding the chance or slipping down the drain in

the end.

Are my roots to save me now? Will I prevail somehow?

I'm Indian.



I firmly do believe there will come a change indeed in

the end.

The pain will flicker by. It shall turn away and die in

the end.



Though I'm no pedigree I won't fall down to my knees.

I'm Indian.



And we are riding the chance, not slipping down the

drain in the end.

And my roots must save us now when I prevail somehow.

I'm Indian.



As the Frantic Cowboy dies his friends around him cry,

"My God! It's the Indians!"

As the Fickle Fairy cheers, shouting, "no more tears,

you're Indian".