Here are some bad rhymes
'Bout a town that has its own rail line
That I took, that's when I saw the old sign
Then I knew, no more shoes, no more socks
Only sandals when I tread upon the soil
Could be the next guy that I meet has Ebola
Now I sit me down to eat, plate filled with masala
These here are hard times, circumstances make me think
I went back 200 years the last second my eyes blinked

Here in this dirt town, hey, you know the donkeys bray
The goats roam in the streets; will I see another cow pie?
I wanna go back tonight to the town that is mine
And leave all of this bullsh*t behind

One man can't make it alone
Can you understand the horrors of this town?
When you walk around, the smell of crap is in the air
Everywhere that you dare to place yourself
I keep on looking out, every time I cross the street
'Cause I don't want any bikes running over my feet
But who am I to judge? I'm just a little bugged
'Cause the streets are too small and the cows never budge

Here in this dirt town, hey, you know the donkeys bray
The goats roam in the streets; will I see another cow pie?
I wanna go back tonight to the town that is mine
And leave all of this bullsh*t behind