Indian Man - American Sharks

Keep running you little high priced fiend

tell me baby the porpose of your being

you got needs honey i got seeds

come on let your beefy heart beat it

come on baby, the last forsaken

yeah you are the last forsaken

go on take my blood, your gona leave us now

go on take my heart, we’ll go on some how

we are king satans little daughters and son

and we got no hope but we bit down for no one

he comes at the edge of the night, he was an indian man

dont leave my king forsaken

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