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And another thing, Johnson.

This shore leave won’t be like your last little adventure

With your bootleg bottles of bourbon, modeling turbans,

With fast urban women at your side.

No, son, you’ve got to keep it clean in Cairo

Or else the locals turn mean on ya.

Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata

And you’ll find yourself one leg short of a pair

And your wallet will be the only thing that breathes again

Out in the open air.

Sure, at sea it’s another set of stations.

The wind, the wave, the spindrift on your face.

Flying the flag of your nation

In such a brave occupation.

Heaven is too high.

Heaven is too high.

I try to climb one rung at a time but I find

Heaven is too high.

Until we pull into harbor for supplies

With the earnest ardor of drunken sailors

Fresh from a killing.

We’re all villains here, Johnson.

Don’t fall fool to such folly.

And then it’s off the ship like rats into the alley

Where the sinful spirits hide.

And there’s a million ways to come alive

A million ways to die.

Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata

Heaven is too high.

Heaven is too high.

I try to climb one rung at a time but I find

Heaven is too high.

Heaven is too high.

Heaven is too high.

I try to climb one rung at a time but I find

Heaven is too high.

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