Well, once I was a supercargo My own V.O.C The great white God of great whitegoods With shoes upon my feet And for that they wrack their minds in pidgin Thinking Ill return But Im not an American Ive never worked alone [Chorus] Yeah, its like were never there Its like were never there They say our John Frums coming Hes bringing cargo... and the rest At least they dont expect to be Surviving their own deaths Well its probably not a good thing To believe in all that shit When one way or the other Youll get thrown into a pit [Chorus] And I am ruin borne by sea The stone age smoked by dysentery Im patient zero to the lusts of Papuans Who trade one woe for another one South of the isle of Pentecost I wound up on my back And if they want to see me one more time Then typhoids seeing to that They are just like all the white folks The whites are just like them They take pain and superstition And then they call it something else And they build airfields in the jungle That no plane can land on Fill me with penicillin Man, that shit dont do nothing at all But then everybodys got their price Most just go a little cheap Thinking the best the rest are hoping for Is to be dying in their sleep You want to make good with a cannibal? Youve got to show him how to freeze a priest [Chorus]
white, whitegoods, frums, supercargo, papuan