Lyrics:

Took the Christmas lights
Off the front porch
February 31st
A band mate was in New Orleans
My soul mate was on the coast
After all it takes for us
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There are missionaries on a beachhead
On our television screen
And I swear it looks like England
Yeah, I think it's England
And the dogs they bark at no one
And we do the best we can
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I don't want to go to sleep
When I'm hungry
I don't want to wake up
When I'm stoned
Too
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It was good to talk to you while we're cooking
Sounds like we're making the same thing
One man cooks with powder
The other cooks with stones
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