Indiana Lyrics by Joshua Powell & the Great Train Robbery
From the salvage yard
There are two black dogs who run
Music Lyrics Source
From the salvage yard
There are two black dogs who run
I, insistent, follow blindly
On the buckle of the Bible belt
I saw you with a boy
I saw the crowded real estate beneath his denim
All/ grand mal epileptic sex
Auras in your orangeade
Kentucky snow
And my bones are fairly shaken
Strung along, careless fires
And the vertebrate of fences