From West Africa to the far eastern seas
We'll paint your walls in red and white
And serve you black water in iced bottles
And you'll think that you need it
And you'll know there's no runnin' from us
'Cause under the hot beating sun, you'll find us there
Deep in the ice tundra, you'll find us there
In every city, in the Kasbah and in the breeze
There's no place we wouldn't go
From all coastlines to the deep interior
In that great search for our“soul”
We'll be seeing boys in our blue t-shirts
And they'll be calling out our color too
And they'll think that they need it
And they'll know there's no runnin' from it
'Cause under the hot beating sun, you'll find us there
Deep in the ice tundra, you'll find us there
In every city, in the Kasbah and in the breeze
There's no place we wouldn't go
The things we'd do for black gold
Queen of the South, she knows it
The things we'd do for that ole copper
'Cause under the hot beating sun, you'll find us there
Deep in the ice tundra, you'll find us there
In every city, in the Kasbah and in the breeze
There's no place we wouldn't go
