No Red Indian - Sea Power

In a place where no one knows

I secede whilst next door low and behold

A girl is waiting pleasantly placing

Animals through my hair and hers

I have no complaints to restrain me

The ship has gone to places far gone

She will follow, elegant strides

Forget-me-nots, thunder in my guts

You are the custodian of your own stomach

And all that’s in it

Colonic irrigation, dear

Followed by sex and beer

I am there while you are here

I am no Indian you are no fairy

This place will be a mess in a day

So why not go our separate ways?

I am no red Indian