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
Fly over Florida's deep blue end
Rise up out of this madhouse nation
I'm goin' down with my
oldest tender friend
I'm goin' down to Puerto Rico
I'm goin' down on the
midnight plane
I'm goin' down on the vomit express
I'm goin' down for my
Sunday's pain
We've known each other
now twenty years
We've murders and
we've wept tears
Now we're going to take ourselves
a little bit of free time
Wandering round the
Southern Poverty Climb
I'm going down to the Pottery Goat
I'm going down on the dirt bike lane
I'm goin' down on
the Harvard Express
I'm goin' down on the night train
Start flyin' for those poor old sick ladies
Everybody in the plane
drowded 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 burning road
I'm goin' down on the midnight lane
I'm goin' down on the violent express
I'm goin' down with my
suitcase pain
Lamb hair corner of the airfield,
I've never been there
Except once walking 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 beware
I'm going down to Pu erto Rico
I'm going down on the
midnight plane
I'm going down on the vomit express
I'm goin' down on
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, wherever we go
I'm goin' down on my midnight plane
I'm goin' down on the Roman Express
I'm goin' down with my
suitcase packed
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 goin' 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 mustard gauze paint
I 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 gauze
I'm goin' down on the Puerto Rico
I'm goin' down on the built -up 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
Round 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 sweat out a big load
I'm goin' down on the Midnight Plain
I'm goin' down on the
Bahamut Ex press
I'm goin' down when my
suitcase came
Come back to earth,
walk the streets in shock
Smoke some grass, need 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 to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the bus express
I'm goin' down with my suitcase,
baby
Don't worry, 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
Garbage Streets and fly
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Bomber Express
I'm going down on the
Balsam Gaze Plain
I'm going to 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 the Boarding Hall
I'm going down on the Midnight Plain
I'm going out on the Bamba Express
I'm going down to Pasadena, Spain