Portrait of a Smuggler

Mallorca in the early spring

A villa bought and paid for by an art theft ring

A younger man would be so thrilled

And truth be told, they'd probably get killed

I'm the portrait of a smuggler, bored

Servicing rich men who just like to hoard

I need a way out now before my brain turns brown

I need a way out now before my sanity drowns

I need to get out long before the breakdown

Munich in the middle fall

I'm trying my best to avoid their every call

But my pager doesn't know how not to ring

They stole a Dutch girl but can't move that thing

There's forgers sitting in my den

Working hard on a new name or ten

A license, passport, and some cash

Ready to turn this life into ash

I need a way out now before my brain turns brown

I need a way out now before my sanity drowns

I need to get out long before the breakdown

When I was very young

I dreamed of laying in the sun

With nothing on my brain

Except if or when it's going to rain

And this life that I've designed

Dead to the world I left behind

The irony has struck a chord

I'm the portrait of an ex-smuggler, bored

I need a way out now before my brain turns brown

I need a way out now before my sanity drowns

I need to get out long before the breakdown