Going to Bolivia

[Intro]

It is the only appliance that grinds the grain into flour and kneads the dough in the same container

[Verse 1]

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

In Bolivia

[Verse 2]

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 midday sun

And I knew that you were coming home

To Bolivia

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