text: Me and my -ah- mother and father
  And a Grandmother and grandfather
  Were driving through the desert, at dawn
  And a truck load of Indian Workers had
  Either hit another car, or just -
  I dont 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 theyre still in there