Barrels - Stick Figure

Cocaine, cocaine no

Cocaine, cocaine, yeah

A long time we travel, make our way up the coast

Brought into this land ten thousand miles from home

Sailing upon a ship with thirty barrels of blow

Them packed full cocaine in the galley below

The eye is in the sky, and water patrol

Trying to track us down and there was nowhere to go

And then, shots fired at the incoming boats

Not asking for no trouble, we got nothing to lose

Cocaine, cocaine no

Cocaine, cocaine, yeah

We make our way up through Mexico

Brought by a man with no self-control

Don’t look the other way because we’ll do it again

The north awaits the man, he’ll be your best…

Again upon this land, we make our way closer to home

Driving through the night down the loneliest roads

We meet the man, shake his hand, but his name we don’t know

Ten thousand pounds of cocaine just got sold

This is the life, this is the life for some

Who knows where do you belong?

It’s just a run, make the money, and the story gets told

It’s coming to find you it’s headed straight for your nose