Rock & Roll Indian
Music: Kerr/Roberson
Lyrics: Pool
A fine pilsner beer
Big boy on the prowl
Caucasians are near
Deep deep in my bowels
The thunder is near
Shakin' up the salt
Grinding on a strat
Barley hops & malt
I'm your Rock & Roll Indian
Smokin' on a peace pipe
I'm your Rock & Roll Indian
With a tomahawk chop
Got my baby in my teepee
Begging for me me
Baby got a wigwam
It's all in this song
I'm your Rock & Roll Indian
Smokin' on a peace pipe
I'm your Rock & Roll Indian
With a tomahawk chop
Back To Earth
Music: Evatt/Kerr/Roberson
Lyrics: Kerr
There isn't much else left to say
Stoplights are flashing red and even my TV has gone away
Just infomercials and old news
It's a lot of something, but it's nothing I can use
Still feel like the forgotten son
Outside is silence and I feel like I'm the only one
Who ever felt this way
Ever felt this way before
But I've been coming to this
I've been working through this
I've been falling back to Earth
Alone in a secluded room
They call this the heartland but I hope that I'll be leaving soon
Your memory seems so far away
The highway lies in front of me
Trapped in the drive-through, the open road is all I seem to see
The road leads nowhere but I've been here
And tonight nowhere's where I wanna be
But I've been coming to this
I've been working through this
I've been falling back to Earth
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