Where we going now?
To that terrace over Rio
With a bougainvillea vines
Where the heat finally nailed me
So we stayed the extra night
And then the guard up in the watchtower
Charged with keeping out the fighting
Joked the difference between sexes
All boils down to their handwriting
And when we checked out the next morning
We were on a first name basis
But then he had the kind of features
Where you can’t recall his face
But it wouldn’t have been that much later he saw God’s
‘Cause he died staring up the nostrils
Of a UPP shotgun
He couldn’t hold on
He couldn’t fly
Wrong place wrong time is something of an understatement
The world went passed him by
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