Testo Courier

Take a trip abroad if you're poor or bored There's money if you can be bought Live in a trance, swallow one by one And hope the customs will not pounce Hide the beads of sweat for the pittance that you get To make the "big man" rich You think it's only dope, but will you ever cope When you find he's made a switch It's not for you, but for a man you'll never see For all the money he's making on the cut For something you will never be All of the stuff that's lying in your gut