Doors The Dawn`s Highway Lyrics

Dawn`s Highway Lyrics

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young
child's fragile eggshell mind.

Me and my -ah- mother and father - and
a

grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through

the
desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian

workers had either hit
another car, or just - I don't

know what happened - but there were
Indians scattered

all over the highway, bleeding to death.

So the
car pulls up and stops. That was the first time

I tasted fear. I musta'
been about four - like a child is

like a flower, his head is just
floating in the

breeze, man.

The reaction I get now thinking
about it, looking

back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those
dead

Indians...maybe one or two of 'em...were just

running around
freaking out, and just leaped into my

soul. And they're still in
there.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd
the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Blood in the streets in the
town of New Haven

Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of
Venice

Blood in my love in the terrible summer

Bloody red sun of
Phantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her
fingers

Blood will be born in the birth if a nation

Blood is the
rose of mysterious union

Blood on the rise, it's following
me.

Indian, Indian what did you die for?

Indian says, nothing at
all.