No Red Indian
JAN SCOTT WILKINSON, MARTIN NOBLE, MATTHEW JAMES WOOD, NEIL HAMILTON WILKINSON
Wah wah wah wah
In a place where no one goes 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 no go our separate ways
I am no red Indian