Trans-Continental Hustle
When death comes I won't be thereIn fact I will not be found anywhereNot in Nevada, not in SaharaOn Chomolungma or Guadalajara'Cause I'll be climbing top of Never-NeverestWith my contaminated friends
Gah!Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali heyHey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali heyHey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali heyHey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali yah!
На параллелях и мередианахAgain I am, waho, Vasco da GamaIn my headphones is Bob Marley and a-Joe StrummerI'm on a quest for solar amalgamaI'm on a quest for Never-NeverestWith my contaminated friends
Gah!Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali heyHey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali heyHey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali heyHey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali yah!
Old school, they were just nomadic forcesKill all the men, steal all the women and the horsesThen later on, moved on to the pursuit of spicesAnd finally the rest of all devices
But in the wake of the Trans-Continental hustleGovernment cloak it went up in flamesAnd by the time we builded up the muscleThere was no time or space left to claim
Iglesia de la calla transcontinentauCigano urbano maracatu rurau
We gonna build new kind of globalizerWithout a Panzerfaust or a SchmeisserAnd may the sound of our contaminated beatSweep all the Nazi purists off their feet
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali heyHey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali heyHey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali heyParty!
ContaminationAmalgamationCross-pollinationIs on the way, on the way, on the way!Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali heyCross-pollination, hali ho, is on the wayContamination, ha hali ho ha ha...