Going To Bolivia Paroles

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



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
to bolivia.



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