Song | Going to Bolivia |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Sweden |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 gleaming in the midday sun | |
And I knew that you were coming home to Bolivia |