New Orleans gets some ice
Standard Fruit sees the price
Markets rising like
The tides the ships sail

A Faustian bargain made
With our people's souls we paid
Soon enough the devil came
Genocide, talking heads
200,000 Mayans dead
But how could we have known?

It's just like Ochoa said
We open our doors
and let them in
Give them food
and call them friends
Although, I can't fault them

The republic had broken up
Half a century ago
They needed infrastructure
How could they know?
Unfortunate,
But I forgive them

What am I even doing here?

Too much money to get the help I need
Yet I'm too poor to afford the help I need, so
What am I doing here?
(What are you doing here?)
Exploit my mind i never liked it much
Export pain like bananas in a bunch
What am I even doing here?

What am I doing here?
(What are you doing here?)
God gave me a special purpose,
I just follow everything he says

Fruits don't make much anymore
Remittances are the new import
Exporting people to lower the dole queue
Chiquita doesn't bring the money it used to
I tried staying earnest, I had my conviction
But then I quit my job, survived a car wreck
(Beep beep!)
I fought for independence and against a dictatorship
But the victory was temporary
Thought that was it, but on the contrary
They still won, they still won, just in a different way