Lyrics:

Back from Managua from the Boulevard St. Germain
Im making deals and hang what I feel
I was in Grenada when the G.I. hit the surf
Boy what a steal its looking bad and its real
Down in Jamaica sticky trouble is just my line
I celebrate in Paris drinking silver dollar wine
How down in Fiji and its burning on the front line
States / shes on the wagon making moves to satiate
Im in the Siskei and the choppers going to take the strain
Shift, dead and wounded and clock
The counters on a playing game

Worlds got to understand to fix this fighting man
Brother do you understand
Bad blue Bahama up to New York City so blind Im winning
On the flat race, on the hurdle, on the breeding line
Im in the Siskei and the choppers going to take the strain
Shift, dead and wounded and clock
The counter and play again