Occupation Blues Songtext
von Mark Knopfler

I can get you what you want at the market
As long as you have their price
The colonel is the governor, steals from his own supply
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
Over here in contraband, it′s the same
We're all long gone
All long gone
All long gone


All long, all long gone
Chief cook and bottle washer, that's me
I′m the man
So many people to see
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."