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Anything you want, that you don't needLa cocaina, las armas, or the weedComo Villa, como Zapata, como Guevara, como yoI am Capitan of my own ship!Soy un pangero!I provide a little seen, little known, ma & pa, homegrown service to societyI got your spice at a very fine price, now...Choose your varietyNo radar, no runnin' lights, no radioThe torches blinking on the shore tell when to come and where to goAnd I don't believe in the satellite, computer, GPSMy faith is the horizon...My compass, my best guessYou name the time, you name the place, you name the contrabandI will be there dark of night or light of dayI guarantee delivery by air, by sea or landThat'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 sunLetras de cancionesFor every fight I have won, I prefer the knife to the gunAnd any bridge I never burned, I never crossedAnd every fight I never picked, I never lostWe got a wild blue yonder, wild frontierAin't we got the makings of a fine, fine career!Shore to shore the sea I run 200 kilometers wideKeep your eyes peeled, head down, hand steady; throttle ready to run...nowhere to hideThe machete, the silence and the darkness are my friendsYeah I know I gotta a date with Fate, I know not where or when... From Letras Mania