Guided By Voices Electric Indians Lyrics

Electric Indians Lyrics

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