Texty: Eskimo Joe. Inshalla.

I'm back
In third world traffic
I'm dead amongst the static
It's coming through my ears

With a prayer mat at your feet
And a smoke that tastes so sweet
You can forget about the ones asleep
If only for one week

Inshalla

I'm standing
At an ancient treasure
But I'm dirty as a beggar
In a metal detector

And there's one thousand different ways
To say inshalla
And there's many different ways
To spend a dollar
And even down here on the banks of the river Nile

Inshalla

Away away

Oh you're so far away
El Fishawy Cafe
I will forget my name

And there's one thousand different ways
To spend a dollar
And there's many different ways
To romance the gutter
And even down here
On the banks of the river Nile

Inshalla

Even down here
On the banks of the river Nile
You can forget about your name
If only for a while
And what will be will be
Inshalla

(Thanks to Sarah for these lyrics)