Holes To Heaven

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

Disembarking from the port

With no mistakes of any sort

Moving soundly engine running smooth

Officials were quite friendly

Once we drowned them with our sweet talk

And we bribed them with our cigarettes and booze

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

Mmhmm