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On a dark desert plains trail, cool wind in my hairWarm smell of the paga, rising up through the airUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering lightMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dimI had to stop for the nightThere she stood in the firelight;I saw the twinklin' of starsAnd I was thinking to myself,’this could be Turia or this could be Kar’Then she lit up an oil lamp and she showed me the wayThere were voices down the wagon rows,I thought I heard them say...Welcome to the great Tuchuk HariggaSuch a lovely placeSuch a lovely facePlenty of room at the ole' Tuchuk HariggaOnly half the year, you can find it hereHer mind is sick and it twisted, she got one foot in the graveShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls slave.How they dance in the firelight, sweet summer sweat.Some dance to remember, some dance to forgetSo I hollared to the kajiru,’please bring me some wine’He said, ’we dont have that spirit here... its paga on which we dine’And still those voices are calling from far away,Wake you up in the middle of the nightJust to hear them say...Welcome to the great Tuchuk HariggaSuch a lovely placeSuch a lovely faceThey livin’ it up at the ole Tuchuk HariggaWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibisHeads perched on the standardsThe blackwine on the fire.And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own desire’And in the master’s wagons,They gathered for the feastThe stab it with their steely knives,But they just can’t kill the beastLast thing I remember, I wasRunning for the doorI had to find the passage backTo the place I was before’relax,’ said the OutRider,We are programmed to receive.You can checkout any time you like,But you can never leave!
Welcome to the great Tuchuk HariggaSuch a lovely placeSuch a lovely facePlenty of room at the ole' Tuchuk HariggaOnly half the year, you can find it here