Well I went down, to Mississippi
And I went down, in a combi
Now I lay... down again
I lay... down again
I went up, to get higher study (or `high or study` depending on context)
I went up, met all kinds of shares
Now I lay... down again
I lay... down again
I sure see
I'm not there, it doesn't mean a thing
And I'm still sorry
Earthquakes and crisis
And no-one's looking out for us
I got the pandemonium blues
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Me can only wonder what kind of context lends itself to such lyrical misinterpretation. Cheers, mister.
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