British Sea Power - Salty Water

No Red Indian

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, there's 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