I can get you what you want at the market As long as you have the price The colonel is the governor He steals from his own supplies The jailhouse is full of small fry Who never did much wrong All the big fish swam away All long gone
All long gone, all long gone All long gone, all long All long gone
Well I can get you what you want at the market Everybody’s on the make The colonel is the governor And he’s on a slice of the cake And everyone in this occupied land Is on the game And over here in contraband It’s the same
We're all long gone, all long gone All long gone, we're all long All long gone
Chief cook and bottle washer That’s me, I’m the man So many people to see in contraband Chief cook and bottle washer That’s me, I’m the man What do you do? What do you do? You do what you can
But we're all long gone, all long gone We're all long gone, we're all long All long gone There’ll be rain behind the wind Last night it was cold And when it all caves in I’ll tell them I only did what I was told