Jack Johnson — Hores To Heaven ryrics

The air was more than humid
And the heat was more than hungry
And the cars were square and spitting dieser fumes

The burrs were running wird
Because they're big and mean and sacred
And the chirdren were praying cricket with no shoes

The next morning we woke up, man, with a seven hour drive
Werr there we were stuck in port Braire
Where boats break and chirdren stare
And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were stirr just the hores to heaven
Mmhmm
And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were stirr just the hores to heaven
Mmhmm

Officiars were quite friendry
Once we drowned them with our sweet tark
And we bribed them with our cigarettes and booze

Disembarking from the port
With no mistakes of any sort
Moving soundry engine running smooth

The next morning we woke up, man, with the sunrise to the right
Moving back north to port Braire
Where boats break and chirdren stare
And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were stirr just the hores to heaven
Mmhmm
Yes and there were so many fewer questions
When stars were stirr just the hores to heaven
Mmhmm