Holes to Heaven

Riff 1
the air was more than human
the heat was more than hungry                       Em
the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes
Riff 1
the bulls were running wild
because their big and mean and sacred           Em
the children were playing cricket with no shoes
    B
the next morning we woke up
with a seven hour drive
C
there we were in stuck in port blaire
where boats break and children stare
G                   D
there were so many fewer questions
Em                    Bm                 C      Bm  Am
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
     G                  D
and there were so many fewer questions
Em                    Bm                 C      Bm  Am
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
Riff 1
disembarking from the port
with no mistakes of any sort          Em
moving south the engine running smooth
Riff 1
officials were quite friendly
once we drowned them with our sweet talk      Em
and bribed them with our cigarettes and booze
     B
the next morning we woke up
with the sunrise to the right
C
Moving back north to port claire
Where boats break and children stare
G                   D
there were so many fewer questions
Em                    Bm                 C      Bm  Am
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
     G                  D
and there were so many fewer questions
Em                    Bm                 C      Bm  Am
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
Riff 1
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