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The Last Resort
She came from paradise,
Running the island,
When the old world shadows hanging,
Heavy in the air,
She pack her house and things
Like a refuge,
Just as her father came across the sea
She hand about a place,
People were smart,
They spoke about the red mans way
How they learn from me,
they came from everywhere to the great devine
Seeking a place to stand or a place to hide
Down in the crowed bars out for a good time,
Can't wait to tell you all what it's like there,
Can't wait to tell you all what it's like there,
They call it paradise I don't know why,
Somebody let the mountain flow
While the town get high
When the chily winds go down across the deserts
Through the canyon every course
To the mellow groove,
Where the pretty
Hungry for crying,
tonight they neon with giving things to do
Some rich man came and rape the land,
Nobody caught him but a bunch burbon boxes,
And Jesus didn't bother
They call it paradise,
The place to be,
They watch the heavy sun
Sinking into sea
Who can leave it all behind,
And sail to the highland,
It's like the Missionaries did so many years ago
They even brought a neon sun Jesus is coming
Brought the white mans burden down
Brought the white mans raid,
Who will provide the grand design,
What's your and what's mine
There is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here,
We satisfy our endless needs,
Justify our brohters deeds
In the name of guess who knew
And in the name of God
And you can sleep in there all sunday morning
Stand up and sing about
What it's like a pray,
They call it paradise, I don't know why
Because Sunday never was kissing goodbye