Limbo

Doing the Limbo
Words and Music by Christopher White

I am lost in the desert as the sun goes down,
The spirit that I had is slowly fading.
But until I get my letter of transit,
I’ll just keep waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

I went to Rick’s for a cocktail.
And the way I see it, I’ve been here too long.
The atmosphere keeps wearing on my mind.
Because Sam just keeps playing the same damn song.

I’ve been doing the limbo for three long years
I want to go home, but there’s just no way back.
I’ve been doing the limbo for three long years.
And, Limbo, thy name is Iraq.

Wasting away in Margeuritaville,
Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again.
You can’t count your chickens if they never hatch.
And when your chickens don’t hatch, blame the hen.

The river flowed with blood,
But now it’s stagnant.
I gave a shit,
But now my bowels have cleared.
I might as well have fun, bleaching in the Sun.
I’m just sitting here, growing out my beard.

I’ve been doing the limbo for three long years
I want to go home, but there’s just no way back.
I’ve been doing the limbo for three long years.
And, Limbo, thy name is Iraq.

Watching the paint dry when it’s not drying.
Is just like watching a hemophiliac.
I’m doing the limbo, without a limbo stick.
Golly, hope I don’t hurt my back.

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