The air was more than humid And the heat was more than hungry And the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes
The bulls were running wild Because they're big and mean and sacred And the children were playing cricket with no shoes
The next morning we woke up, man, with a seven hour drive Well there we were stuck in port Blaire Where boats break and children stare And there were so many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to heaven Mmhmm And there were so many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to heaven Mmhmm
Officials were quite friendly Once we drowned them with our sweet talk And we bribed them with our cigarettes and booze
Disembarking from the port With no mistakes of any sort Moving soundly engine running smooth
The next morning we woke up, man, with the sunrise to the right Moving back north to port Blaire Where boats break and children stare And there were so many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to heaven Mmhmm Yes and there were so many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to heaven MmhmmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
