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