Zambia Lyrics

It starts with a twitch and
works its way up to a smile
as the woman from the
magazine introduces you.
There's a long line of fools
just waiting to be told what to do
as the man of the cloth is
zipping up his fly.

The Reverend comes forth
and he takes your hand
and he blesses you
and you notice he
wears a rolex made of gold.

It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska

Backed into the corner,
suffocating in the scent
you swore you're never
wind up here again.
Your eyes are upon her,
as she's handing you
the telephone,
and you tell the wife
"I'll be working late tonight."
Lights go down.
As your eyes roll back
you think to yourself that

It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's dark at the other side of my smile

It starts with a twitch that you
can't quite work into a smile
As the woman from the
magazine can't recall your name.
The reverend's out cold
and the fools have
started throwing things
then the lights come up and you realize
it's people like these
that make me think that

It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's dark at the other side of my smile

It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's dark at the other side
of my smile Smile