down to Puerto Rico
I'm goin' down on the
midnight plane
I'm goin' down on the vomit express
I'm goin' down with my suitcase full
You can take an ancient vacation,
over Florida's deep blue end,
rise up out of this madhouse nation,
I'm going down with my
oldest tender friend
I'm goin' down to the Puerto Rico
I'm goin' down on the
midnight plane
I'm goin' down on the vomit express
I'm goin' down on my
Sunday in Spain
We've known each other
now twenty years
Seen murders and we've wept tears
Now we're goin' to take ourselves
a little bit of free time
Wanderin' round the
Southern Poverty Climb
I'm goin' down to Pu erto Rico
I'm goin' down on the new map plane
I'm goin' down on the poverty express
I'm goin' down to Puerto Rico
Got time for those poor old
sick ladies
Everybody in the plane's
drowned and drunk and they're crazy
Flyin' home to die in the wobbly air
All night long,
they wanted the cheapest fare
I'm goin' down the Burry Road
I'm goin' down on
the midnight plane
I'm goin' down on the
Holiday Express
I'm goin' down when my
suitcase bangs
When they're goin' on the airfield,
I've never been there
Except once walkin' around the air
field in the great wet heat
Walk out and smell that old mother
load of shit from the tropics
Stomach growl love, oh friends be ware
I'm goin' down to Pu erto Rico
I'm goin' down on the
midnight plane
I'm goin' down on the vomit express
I'm goin' down with my suitcase made
Me and my friend, no,
we won't even drink
And I won't eat meat,
I won't fuck around
Gonna walk the streets alone
Cars all blink and wink
Taxis, buses and U .S. gas all around
I'm goin' down to Puerto Rico
I'm goin' down on my
midnight plane
I'm goin' down on the Roman Express
I'm going down with my
suitcase plain
Start with poetry at the university,
meet kids
Look at their breasts, touch their hands,
kiss their hands
Sing from the heart, maybe the four
Buddhist noble truths
Existence is suffering,
it ends when you're dead
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the
midnight plane
I'm goin' down on the Mama Express
I'm goin' down with
mustard -based paint
Oh, I'll walk up on the mountain,
see the green rain
Imagine that forest, vines get lost
Sit cross -legged and medit
ate on old love pain
Watch every old love turn to gold
I'm goin' down to Puerto Rico
I'm goin' down on the Mildred Plain
I'm goin' down on the Vomit Express
I'm goin' down with my suitcase plain
See raindrops in the jungle,
rainbows, ants and men
Brown legs walk around on the mud road
Far from U .S.-marked war again
Sit down, empty mind,
vomit my holy load
I'm goin' down to Puerto Rico
I'm goin' down on
the Midnight Plain
I'm goin' down on the
Bombay Ex press
I'm goin' down in my suitcase cane
Come back to earth,
walk the streets in shock
Smoke some grass, eat me some cock
Kiss the mouth of the
sweetest boy I can see
Who shows me his white teeth
and brown skin joy
I'm going down, but where do we go?
I'm going down on the midnight lane
I'm going down on
the bottomless rest
I'm going down with my suitcase made
Oh, my, old friend,
we'll go to the museum
Talk about politics with the cats
and ask for revolution
Get back on the plane
and chant high in the sky
Back to New York's
garbage streets and fly
I'm goin' down to Puerto Rico
I'm goin' down on the
midnight plane
I'm goin' down on the bomber express
I'm goin' down on bus and case plane
I'm gonna come back with
frightens in the heart
And New York's electrical eternity here
Pull the air conditioner
plug from the wall
Sit down with my straight spine and pray
I'm going down on the
boardwalk ring road
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Bahamut Express
I'm going down with my
Sunday's pain
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