Bohemia

Written by - Mike Pickering, Paul Heard, Heather Small
 The one-eyed tattoo artist
 arrives at a sushi sunset.
 Walks right on over to my spot
 say's listen girl one hot sec.
 Mmm java jive man alive
 gotta keep on climbing 'til I get real high
 poets in my head, Prada on my feet
 this ain't your average tourist, know what I mean.
 Global salsa.
 Love and laughter.
 Gonna have to
 get on down to Bohemia.
 Global salsa.
 Love and laughter.
 Gonna hafta
 Take you down to Bohemia.
 I walk into the Boneyard
 an Angel looks up to me
 says get up off your island
 or you ain't in my movie.
 Mmm charcoal black, blood on the tracks
 I hitched a ride on a love train, I ain't comin' back
 I walk through streets of fire, no shoes on my feet.
 A walk on the wildside, know what I mean.
 Global salsa.
 Love and laughter.
 Gonna have to
 get on down to Bohemia.
 Global salsa.
 Love and laughter.
 Morning after
 Another night in Bohemia