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  • 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 were playing cricket with no shoes
    The next morning we woke up, man
    With a seven hour drive
    There we were stuck in Port Blaire
    Where boats break and children stare
    There were so many fewer questions
    When stars were still just the holes to Heaven
    And there were so 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 quite friendly
    Once we drowned them with our sweet talk
    We bribed them with our cigarettes and booze
    The next morning we woke up
    With the sunrise to the right
    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
  • 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 were playing cricket with no shoes
    The next morning we woke up, man
    With a seven hour drive
    There we were stuck in Port Blaire
    Where boats break and children stare
    There were so many fewer questions
    When stars were still just the holes to Heaven
    And there were so 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 quite friendly
    Once we drowned them with our sweet talk
    We bribed them with our cigarettes and booze
    The next morning we woke up
    With the sunrise to the right
    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