Indian Man

Keep running you little high priced fiend
tell me baby the porpose of your being
you got needs honey i got seeds
come on let your beefy heart beat it
come on baby, the last forsaken
yeah you are the last forsaken
go on take my blood, your gona leave us now
go on take my heart, we’ll go on some how
we are king satans little daughters and son
and we got no hope but we bit down for no one
he comes at the edge of the night, he was an indian man
dont leave my king forsaken
you are