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…