Jack Johnson "Holes to Heaven" |
The air was more than human, And the heat was more than hungry, And the cars were square and spitting deisel 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 the seven hour drive Well, there we were stuck in Port Blaire Where boats break and children stare There were so many many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to heaven There were so many many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to heaven Disembarking from the port With no mistakes of any sort Moving south, the engine running smooth Officials were friendly Once we drowned them with our sweet talkin and we bribed them with our cigarettes and booze The next morning we woke up man With the sunrise to the right Well, moving back north to Port Blaire Where boats break and children stare There were so many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to Heaven Yes, and there were so many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to Heaven Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |