Mexican Vacation

Three years before the surface of the earth was uninhabitable

By human beings, I took a train

To New York City, through the black hills of Ohio and the

Pennsylvania hills of acid rain

In those days folks were digging, always digging through the limestone,

And the coal and granite and magnesium

For the tunnels and the caves, subterranean rivulets

For the moles that we eventually became

Slavery was everywhere, it was simply necessary

Otherwise the planet was a grave

And sure I guess inevitably, it became a status thing

Some people they just had to have a slave

People were still bitter ’bout the forced sterilization

Of all but ten percent of the population

But in a funny way the pressure of the hunt was off and so

I took my little Mexican vacation

Underneath my seat was a flotation device

In case the train could not avoid the flood

Sixteen trains that summer had already gotten stuck

Where the Atlantic meets the Indiana mud

One half of the people on the train were policemen

As mandated by the senate of the world

But still I somehow met and got to know and jumped the train

With a runaway slavery girl

Oh, sha la la

Shake it, shake it

Runaway slavery girl

Oh, sha la la

Shake your behind

Runaway slavery girl

Everyone had long forgotten ’bout football

And baseball and basketball and rice

The airports were shut and the cars had gone to rust

And the hemispheres had both sunk twice

The sky was purple and we hit the ground running

Our will was strong, our love was made to order

And all we really wanted to do was make it

To the Mexican-Canadian border

We rambled through the hills, Pocahontas, Buffalo Bill

Sometimes I found some work carbon dating

And with nothing but our love and the shirts on our back

And our biologically useless mating

But she rarely had my dinner served

And finally she got on my nerves

And with nothing much left above ground in this world

Sometimes you gotta look after yourself, yeah

One cold night in Philadelphia

I turned in my runaway slavery girl

Sometimes it’s hot

Sometimes it’s cold

Sometimes it’s anybody’s guess

Sometimes you do what you have to

This was one of those times I guess

And now that we’re all underground

I sometimes wonder if she found

Her way or not, or if she’s still a slave

But still and all there’s worse you know

Anyway it wasn’t personal

Just something ’bout those West Virginia waves

Three years or maybe more like two and a half

Before the earth was uninhabitable, I jumped aboard a train

To New York City, through the black hills of Wisconsin and the

Pennsylvania hills of acid rain

Folks were still adjusting to the preparatory chemicals

Administered through widespread inhalation

And so I settled back, nestled in and shut my eyes

For my final little Mexican vacation

Oh, sha la la

Shake it, shake it

Runaway slavery girl

Oh, sha la la

Shake your behind

Runaway slavery girl