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.

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