Going to Bogotá

I know what I want

And I know what we need

When the first fruits of the harvest

Begin to blacken and bleed

And the purple fruit gives way when you press it

Even so slightly

And through the thatches behind the green leaves

We heard the fire-eyed macaw sing, evil as you please

And his little song is a very pretty song

But it's something I won't stand for

And as the sun rises over Colombia

I know we're done for

When the holes started forming in the tent

And you wondered out loud where the sunlight went

I had a mind to tell you

But I didn't want to hurt you

And if I knew how to form the words

I would ask you what you'd come for

But as the sun rises over Colombia

I know we're done for

Yeah, as the sun rises over Colombia

I know we're done for

As the sun rises over Colombia

I know we're done for