Contrabanda

Have you come to bust me

You still don’t trust me

Some things they will pass

Some things they must be

The troops are deserting

The backwater burning

Throw your boots in the fire

We won’t be returning

Where where have you gone

My wide eyed Italian love song

When when will I learn

For this we all have been born

Are you with me

Or against me

Radio headquarters

We are approaching the border

Hide the contraband

Get your papers in order

Burn all that is useful

That’s what we are reduced to

A life lies in repose

Its there if you choose to.

Where where have you gone

My wide eyed Italian love song

When when will I learn

For this we all have been born

Are you with me

Or against me