Текст песни Going To Bolivia

It is the only appliance that grinds the grain into flour

And kneads the dough in the same container

I cut myself a two-foot switch from some tropical hardwood nearby.

And the sounds of a carnival drifted miraculously

Through the air from a thousand miles away.

The monkeys jumped from tree to tree.

It sent a deathly chill through me
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In bolivia

Wildcats I had never seen claimed places in my room.

Animal noises rang through the thick brush like voices from the tomb.

I saw the freshly polished chrome

Gleaming in the mid-day sun.

And I knew that you were coming home

To bolivia.