Jason Mason hears the sound
The whistle blows in Congotown
and the mailboat's in
Mailboat's in
Brings him things from oh so far
Old magazines and Snickers bars
A simple man
A simple plan
The world's to big to understand
Be good and you will be lonesome
Be lonesome and you will be free
Live a lie and you'll live to regret it
That's what living is to me
That's what living is to me
Middle
In the far off regions, the foreign legions
keep the thieves and the predators at bay
While closer to home, some bad boys still roam
The streets aren't safe, so give it one more day
One more day
One more day
One more day