Doors - Dawn’s Highway lyrics

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding<br>Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.<br><br>Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a<br>Grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through<br>The desert, at dawn, and a truck load of indian<br>Workers had either hit another car, or just - I don't<br>Know what happened - but there were indians scattered<br>All over the highway, bleeding to death.<br><br>So the car pulls up and stops. that was the first time<br>I tasted fear. I musta' been about four - like a child is<br>Like a flower, his head is just floating in the<br>Breeze, man.<br>The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking<br>Back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead<br>Indians...maybe one or two of 'em...were just<br>Running around freaking out, and just leaped into my<br>Soul. and they're still in there.<br><br>Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding<br>Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.<br><br>Blood in the streets in the town of new haven<br>Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of venice<br>Blood in my love in the terrible summer<br>Bloody red sun of phantastic l.a.<br><br>Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers<br>Blood will be born in the birth if a nation<br>Blood is the rose of mysterious union<br>Blood on the rise, it's following me.<br><br>Indian, indian what did you die for? <br>Indian says, nothing at all.