Colonies(koronizu) The Josephs

Listen boy ,
From West Africa to the far eastern seas
Well colonize your mind
Well paint your walls in red and white
And serve you black water in iced bottles

And youll think that you need it
And youll know theres no runnin from us

Cause under the hot beating sun , youll find us there
Deep in the ice tundra , youll find us there
In every city , in the Kasbah and in the breeze
Theres no place we wouldnt go
Not a person we wont touch

From all coastlines to the deep interior
In that great search for our " soul "
Well be seeing boys in our blue t - shirts
And theyll be calling out our color too

And theyll think that they need it
And theyll know theres no runnin from it

Cause under the hot beating sun , youll find us there
Deep in the ice tundra , youll find us there
In every city , in the Kasbah and in the breeze
Theres no place we wouldnt go
Not a person we wont touch

King of the East , he knows it
The things wed do for black gold
Queen of the South , she knows it
The things wed do for that ole copper

Cause under the hot beating sun , youll find us there
Deep in the ice tundra , youll find us there
In every city , in the Kasbah and in the breeze
Theres no place we wouldnt go
Not a person we wont touch

Listen boy,
From West Africa to the far eastern seas
We'll colonize your mind
We'll paint your walls in red and white
And serve you black water in iced bottles

And you'll think that you need it
And you'll know there's no runnin' from us

'Cause under the hot beating sun, you'll find us there
Deep in the ice tundra, you'll find us there
In every city, in the Kasbah and in the breeze
There's no place we wouldn't go
Not a person we won't touch

From all coastlines to the deep interior
In that great search for our“soul”
We'll be seeing boys in our blue t-shirts
And they'll be calling out our color too

And they'll think that they need it
And they'll know there's no runnin' from it

'Cause under the hot beating sun, you'll find us there
Deep in the ice tundra, you'll find us there
In every city, in the Kasbah and in the breeze
There's no place we wouldn't go
Not a person we won't touch

King of the East, he knows it
The things we'd do for black gold
Queen of the South, she knows it
The things we'd do for that ole copper

'Cause under the hot beating sun, you'll find us there
Deep in the ice tundra, you'll find us there
In every city, in the Kasbah and in the breeze
There's no place we wouldn't go
Not a person we won't touch