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 they're big and mean and sacred
and the children playing cricket with no shoes

The next morning we woke up man
To a seven-hour drive
Well there we were in South Batong
Where Women are men and men go wrong

And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to
heaven, mmm
Man and there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to
heaven, mmm

Officials were quite friendly
once we bribed them w/ our sweet talk
and we drown them with our cigerettes and booze

Disembarking from the port
with no mistakes of any so
Moving southly engine running smooth

The next morning we woke up man with the sunrise to right well
moving back north to port blair
where boats break and children stare

And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to
heaven, mmm
and there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to
heaven, mmm