Song parody of
Despite the Fact They Were Given a Map
by The Western Front
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He said, "I'd like to walk to Boudhanath
It's three miles through the city"
Thijn was kind enough to join him
They would head out
After their tea and their porridge
Despite the fact they were given a map
The streets wind every way
"I seem to remember it was South West
Let's use the sun to be sure, it's our best bet"
Put the pen to the paper
Like a rock through the floor
Put that love in a letter
And sweep the ash out the door
It's the motorbikes through alleyways
It's the backyards through the garden gates
It's sleeping when you're so far away
Rickshaw! Rickshaw!
All done up like Mardi Gras
Up on the handlebars
The driver, there
On his gears and his wheels
His eyes on the crowd
And his teeth on his nails
The rib-cage cow's got her nose in the trash
Her eyes looking sad
And human at that
The eyes in the chimney
See it all from above
Looking down on the city
With some bodhicitta
Put the pen to the paper
Like a rock through the floor
Put that love in a letter
And sweep the ash out the door
It's the motorbikes through alleyways
It's the backyards through the garden gates
It's sleeping when you're so far away
He said, "I'd like to walk to Boudhanath
It's three miles through the city"
Thijn was kind enough to join him
They would head out
After their tea and their porridge
Despite the fact they were given a map
The streets wind every way
"I seem to remember it was South West
Let's use the sun to be sure, it's our best bet"
Put the pen to the paper
Like a rock through the floor
Put that love in a letter
And sweep the ash out the door
It's the motorbikes through alleyways
It's the backyards through the garden gates
It's sleeping when you're so far away
Rickshaw! Rickshaw!
All done up like Mardi Gras
Up on the handlebars
The driver, there
On his gears and his wheels
His eyes on the crowd
And his teeth on his nails
The rib-cage cow's got her nose in the trash
Her eyes looking sad
And human at that
The eyes in the chimney
See it all from above
Looking down on the city
With some bodhicitta
Put the pen to the paper
Like a rock through the floor
Put that love in a letter
And sweep the ash out the door
It's the motorbikes through alleyways
It's the backyards through the garden gates
It's sleeping when you're so far away
