Little Indian

talk to me 'cause i don't think i'm feeling cheap
although i drank myself to sleep i think because i aim to please.
i don't mean to share my thoughts about anyone.

i feel shame because i won't accept the praise
although i think that in a day my modesty will go away.
i don't mean to be the predator or prey for just anyone.

talk to me 'cause i'm a stupid little sheep.
talk to me 'cause i don't think i'm feeling cheap.
another round and a solid stretch of sleep and you'll see
this could be anyone.

when i wasn't young i thought of all i hadn't done
and sure, not doing it was fun but i want my moment in the sun.
when i get up off my chair and grow back up i'll be an indian.

talk to me when you're not sure what to be.
i'll just tell you to be like me but see, you'll have the opportunity
to whittle down your choices 'till you reach acceptability
i know that's what you want.

talk to me 'cause i'm a great authority.
talk to me 'cause i don't think that i'm boring.
another question and a little bitty dream and you'll see
this could be anyone.

look around 'cause i don't mean to drag you down
but i was on the edge of town and found that deep down underground
it doesn't matter where the borders or the bodies will be found
when you're dead and gone.

hide with me 'cause it's a brute conspiracy.
i'm being all that i can be in the land of the dead and free.
i've got tinfoil on my earmuffs and my hostages could be
just about anyone.