Holes To Heaven

 The air was more than human

 And the heat was more than hungry

 And the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes

 The bulls were running wild

 Because their big and mean and sacred

 And the children were playing cricket with no shoes

 The next morning we woke a man with a seven hour drive

 Well there we were stuck in port claire

 Where boats break and children stare

 And there were so many fewer questions

 When stars were still just the holes to heaven

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 And there were so many fewer questions

 When stars were still just the holes to heaven

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 Disembarking from the port

 With no mistakes of any sort

 Moving soundly engine running smooth

 Officials work while friendly

 Once we drown them with our sweet talk

 And we bribe them with our cigarettes and booze

 The next morning we woke a man with the sunrise to the right

 Moving back north to port claire

 Where boats break and children stare

 And there were so many fewer questions

 When stars were still just the holes to heaven

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 Yes and there were so many fewer questions

 When stars were still just the holes to heaven

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