Rolling out of a harbor at the edge of Antigua in the
Heart of the morning light
Heading south to the islands where the diamonds and the glory
Seemed to shine .........like a beacon in the night
Taken outside their comfort of home
Like brothers in arms on a mission to Rome
They were driving white powder and gold
And the dangerous lies that their families were told
Deep in the jungles survivalist minds
Find a way out to the north in their time
Carry their cargo and pack til their gone
Looking for fortune into the great beyond
Pulling into the compound they will move like a viper
In the eyes of a hawk
Turning over the cocaine and the suitcase the machine guns
Sit around and talk
There will be no more packets today
Take the hundreds and finally send them away
Tell your families they came from Cancun
Where the fishing is good if you know what to do
Deep in the jungles survivalist minds
Find a way out to the north in their time
Carry their cargo and pack 'til their gone
Looking for fortune into the great beyond
Heading north over Curacao Bay
Venezuela is only a boat ride away
Like a phantom they'll travel at dawn
No one knows where they're headed until they move on
Deep in the jungles survivalist minds
Find a way out to the north in their time
Carry their cargo and pack 'til their gone
Looking for fortune into the great beyond