In a place where no one knows 
I secede whilst next door low and behold 
A girl is waiting pleasantly placing 
Animals through my hair and hers 
I have no complaints to restrain me 
The ship has gone to places far gone 
She will follow, elegant strides 
Forget-me-nots, thunder in my guts 
You are the custodian of your own stomach 
And all that's in it 
Colonic irrigation, dear, 
Followed by sex and beer 
I am there while you are here 
I am no Indian you are no fairy 
This place will be a mess in a day 
So why not go our separate ways? 
I am no red Indian