On the Road - Carlo Marx quotes - I prefer crazy on the road to Mexico | Текст песни

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• On the Road - Carlo Marx quotes
• I prefer crazy on the road to Mexico

I prefer crazy on the road to Mexico,
Heroin in the veins, eyes and ears full of marijuana,
To devour the god Peyote on the floor a mud hut at the border,
Rather shake my body on the road crying before a cafeteria
sun in the West.

Rather crawl, belly naked, on tin cans Cincinnati,
Rather hang a cross rail towards Golgotha the Rockies,
Crowned with thorns rather Galveston,
Hands and feet nailed to Los Angeles,
High to die in Denver,
Drilled side Chicago,
Dead and buried to New Orleans.
Resurrected somewhere on Mount Garret.