"The natives smile and pass along a sample of their yield."
We'd play this song on the way out to the rez to buy a bag of weed when I was in high school. I still play it as the fragrance of Afghanistan rewards a long day's toil.
All my buddies who liked to over-analyze everything loved 'em. "That's DOCTOR Neil Peart Creepy!" Yeah? IDRGAF. A couple of tunes are ok. But they've always been a pass for me.