Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers
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…


Mirror lyrics:

Yeah I know I gotta a date with Fate, I know not where or when…
The machete, the silence and the darkness are my friends
Keep your eyes peeled, head down, hand steady; throttle ready to run…nowhere to hide
Shore to shore the sea I run 200 kilometers wide
Ain't we got the makings of a fine, fine career!
We got a wild blue yonder, wild frontier
And every fight I never picked, I never lost
And any bridge I never burned, I never crossed
For every fight I have won, I prefer the knife to the gun
For every night I have run, I prefer the moon to the sun

"But it's not just a job," as the gringos say, no "It's an adventure!"
Despite the bribes I pay, my trade receives official censure

The hard way…
That's how I make a lot of easy money, baby…
I guarantee delivery by air, by sea or land
I will be there dark of night or light of day
You name the time, you name the place, you name the contraband

My compass, my best guess
My faith is the horizon…
And I don't believe in the satellite, computer, GPS
The torches blinking on the shore tell when to come and where to go
No radar, no runnin' lights, no radio

Choose your variety
I got your spice at a very fine price, now…
I provide a little seen, little known, ma & pa, homegrown service to society

Soy un pangero!
I am Capitan of my own ship!
Como Villa, como Zapata, como Guevara, como yo
La cocaina, las armas, or the weed
Anything you want, that you don't need


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