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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 boars were running wild Because they're big and mean and sacred And the children playing cricket with no shoes That 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 The officials were quite friendly Once we bribed them with our sweet talk And we drowned them with our cigarettes and booze Disembarking from the port With no mistakes of any sort Moving south the engine running smooth The next morning we woke up man With the sunrise to the 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 Man and there were so many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to heaven