Pierre Flynn
TROPIC TOWN



So you're tired of the city
And you're tired of the cold
And there's a lot of mean talking
It's getting out of control
So you step out of a plane
Still nervous and tight
You'll stop playing the game
In the hot jungle night

Moving down to a hotter zone
Far away; a feeling unknown
Moving down to a hotter zone
You're a stranger but you're not alone
Tropic town with Indian children playing
Different sounds strange music in the air
Tropic town I can't catch what they're saying
Lost and found It's hot and
I just don't care

So you're walking in the sunset
And the skinny dogs bark
And everything's blood red
I see fires in the dark
I hear a whisper in my ear
But there's nobody there
It's the spirits in the smoke
And they're playing me a joke

Moving down to a hotter zone
Far away; a feeling unknown
Moving down to a hotter zone
You're a stranger but you're not alone
Tropic town with Indian children playing
Different sounds strange music in the air
Tropic town
I can't catch what they're saying
Lost and found It's hot and
I just don't care


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