Contraband

Anything you want, that you don’t need
La cocaina, las armas, or the weed
Como Villa, como Zapata, como Guevara, como yo
I am Capitan of my own ship!
Soy un pangero!
I provide a little seen, little known, ma & pa, homegrown service to society
I got your spice at a very fine price, now…
Choose your variety
No radar, no runnin' lights, no radio
The torches blinking on the shore tell when to come and where to go
And I don’t believe in the satellite, computer, GPS
My faith is the horizon…
My compass, my best guess
You name the time, you name the place, you name the contraband
I will be there dark of night or light of day
I guarantee delivery by air, by sea or land
That’s how I make a lot of easy money, baby…
The hard way…
Despite the bribes I pay, my trade receives official censure
«But it’s not just a job,» as the gringos say, no «It's an adventure!»
For every night I have run, I prefer the moon to the sun
For every fight I have won, I prefer the knife to the gun
And any bridge I never burned, I never crossed
And every fight I never picked, I never lost
We got a wild blue yonder, wild frontier
Ain’t we got the makings of a fine, fine career!
Shore to shore the sea I run 200 kilometers wide
Keep your eyes peeled, head down, hand steady; throttle ready to run… nowhere to
hide
The machete, the silence and the darkness are my friends
Yeah I know I gotta a date with Fate, I know not where or when…