Back from Managua from the Boulevard St. Germain
I'm making deals and hang what I feel
I was in Grenada when the G.I. hit the surf
boy, what a steal, it's looking bad and it's real
Down in Jamacia sticky trouble is just my line
I celebrate in Paris drinking silver dollar wine
Hot down in Fiji and it's burning on the front line states
she's on the wagon making moves to satiate
I'm in the Siskei and the chopper's going to take the strain
shift, dead, and wounded,
and clock the counters on a playing game
World's got to understand to fix this fighting man
Brother, do you understand?
bad blue Bahama up to New York City so blind, I'm winning
on the flat race, on the hurdle, on the breeding line
I'm in the Siskei and the chopper's going to take the strain
shift, dead, and wounded,
and clock the counters on a playing game