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The Last Resort

She came from Providence
The one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
Heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
Like a refugee
Just as her father came
Across the sea

She heard about a place
People were smilling
They spoke about the red mans way
And how they loved the land
They came from everywhere
To the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stay
Or a place to hide

Down in the crowded bars
Out for the good time
Can't wait to tell you all
What it's like up there
They called it paradise
I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
While the town got high

Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
Through the canyons of the coast
To the Malibu
Where the pretty people play
Hungry for power
To light their neon ways
And give them things to do

Some rich men came and raped the land
Nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes and
Jesus people bought 'em
They called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun
Sinking in the sea

You can leave it all behind
And sail to Lahaina
Just like the missionaries did
So many years ago
They even brought a neon sign
"Jesus is coming"
Brought the white mans burden down
Brought the white mans reign

Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs
And justify our bloody deeds
In the name of destiny
And in the name of God

And you can see them there
On Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about
What it's like up there
They call it paradise
I dont know why
You call some place paradise
Kiss it goodbye

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