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Customs Office

from At Yer Place by The Party on High Street

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I’m sleeping on the floor of the customs office
Wishing I was high, but just feeling a bit noxious
I’ve been traveling around a long long time
And I almost made it home until they put me in this line
Well it coulda’ been the dreads, it could have been a scam
It could have been me passport that said Amsterdam
Coulda’ been my buddy with the big blonde ‘fro
Or my brother on the guitar rocking’ out like a mofo (yo)
But nevertheless here we are
We got an hour left until our plane is gone
When will the cops understand
If we were smuggling’ drugs we wouldn’t dress like a band

(‘Cause this is the border, and I’m in charge
Livin’ large, a barrage, your freedoms, I demean ‘em
I’m inspecting you deep, while protecting the sheep
And I’ll be haunting you in your pathetic sleep
I’m projecting my insecurities through this obscenity
You better say please, or pay the fees, you’ll be on your knees,
Think you can pass? well you better think fast
Or you’re gonna get a big ol’ shock-a-blast)

There must of been ten cops there that we could see
Oh yeah, you think that they’d at least pretend to look a little busy
Well we finally got called up, split into different groups
All fatigued and confused, as we all got interviewed
(I said sonny, you ever smoke dope)
Nope
(You ever hop into a shop to rock that foreign pot
I hope you washed your bag down with soap)
Nope
(‘Cause I’m swabbing’ that shit
And if it’s there, you’re toast)
So he reached in carefully, and the first thing he could see
Was a CD in a sleeve that looked awfuly empty
Then he looked up back to me, and proceeded to say
(Do you play in The Party on High Street?)
I gave a little grin that I couldn’t hide if I tried
And said “yeah man, that’s how I get high”
But nevertheless we were all clean
They let us go when they knew we wouldn’t catch our plane
When will the cops interrogate
The guy who actually looks like he might be making any money
When will the cops understand
If we were smuggling’ drugs we souldn’t dress like a band

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from At Yer Place, released March 17, 2015

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The Party On High Street Victoria, British Columbia

Since finding each other in Nelson, B.C. in 2008, the party has evolved it's signature feel-good funk jams. We are a lively dance-inducing mix of funk, folk and jazz fuelled rock n' roll, joyfully delivered and presented like a funbomb waiting to make you jive. Our band sings of peculiar youthful enchantments, weird love, and some of the odder aspects of life. Full Electric album due soon ... more

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