Children pretend that they are Indians again
You see they shoot me with their flaming arrows
The empty sky turns orange from the fire
We'll burn the bank
We'll burn the school
We'll burn the prison
The roadside bends at the place where night begins
Kicking up the dust along the way
You told me something
I didn't want to see
You burned the trouble into me
I'm eating all the dirt there is in paradise
Tell me how are things with you
I won't stay long
You see now it's all been burnt down
And like the smoke
I want to drift away