Trans-Continental Hustle

When death comes I won't be there
In fact I will not be found anywhere
Not in Nevada, not in Sahara
On Chomolungma or Guadalajara
Because I'll be climbing top of Never-Neverest
With my contaminated friends
Gah!
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali yah!
На параллелях и мередианах
Again I am, waho, Vasco da Gama
In my headphones is Bob Marley and a-Joe Strummer
I'm on a quest for solar amalgama
I'm on a quest for Never-Neverest
With my contaminated friends
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali yah!
Old school, they were just nomadic forces
Kill all the men, steal all the women and the horses
Then later on, moved on to the pursuit of spices
And finally the rest of all devices
But in the wake of the trans-continental hustle
Government cloak it went up in flames
And by the time we builded up the muscle
There was no time or space left to claim
Iglesia de la calla transcontinentau
Cigano urbano maracatu rurau
We going to build new kind of globalizer
Without pantzer-foust or a shmiser
And may the sound of our contaminated beat
Sweep all the Nazi purists off their feet
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Party!
Contamination
Amalgamation
Cross-pollination
Is on the way, on the way, on the way!
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Cross-pollination, hali ho, is on the way
Contamination, ha hali ho ha ha . . .