Текст и слова песни Guided By Voices – Electric Indians
(R. Pollard - J. Pollard)
Are we ready? We are
Get a load of that
And get a taste of freedom
Your campaign for holy host is not all that easy
I promised you a garden
Not an empire of worms
That flood you with possession & sailboats & seasons
Not now - forever in love with death
Not now - taking an intoxicating breathe
Of sweet victory on the sea
'Til the morning arrives with her litter of trash
Bathing in the new grapes of wrath
I could make him a political savior
And I minor mutant of the cosmos
This waffle of religion
And Catholic infiltration
Smoke with Indians
Electric Indians
True blue Indians
Guru Indians
Not now - forever in love with death
Not now - taking an intoxicating breathe
Of sweet victory on the sea
'Til the morning arrives with her offspring of filth
Bathing in the product of her wealth
Are we ready? We are
Get a load of that
And get a taste of freedom
Your campaign for holy host is not all that easy
I promised you a garden
Not an empire of worms
That flood you with possession & sailboats & seasons
Not now - forever in love with death
Not now - taking an intoxicating breathe
Of sweet victory on the sea
'Til the morning arrives with her litter of trash
Bathing in the new grapes of wrath
I could make him a political savior
And I minor mutant of the cosmos
This waffle of religion
And Catholic infiltration
Smoke with Indians
Electric Indians
True blue Indians
Guru Indians
Not now - forever in love with death
Not now - taking an intoxicating breathe
Of sweet victory on the sea
'Til the morning arrives with her offspring of filth
Bathing in the product of her wealth
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