The drug war seems a distant dream
a remnant of the past.
Taxation regulation coercion
for me that couldn't last.
Now I keep what I can earn.
That makes me rich today.
For all those crushed by Leviathan
I'm one who got away!
Down in a banana republic
Living for myself every day
No longer a serf of a welfare state
Everything is going my way. Pura Vida!
Seems to be going my way.
Angelina lives down on the beach
soaking in the sol.
Telecommuting in an almond grove
with a pile of ganja to roll.
It's a tough transition from the New York clutter
and the rat-race she left there.
No more conformance or trick-dog performance
she dances with nary a care.
Down in a banana republic
Living for herself every day
No longer a serf of a welfare state
Everything is going her way. Pura Vida!
Seems to be going her way.
Paul is a web page designer.
Helmud is a programming wiz.
Sita does something on the net
she'll tell you that it's none of your biz.
Midas Mulligan lives here.
Phil Zimmerman led him through.
And for all you asking "Who's John Galt?"
this song was created for you.
Down in a banana republic
Living for yourself every day
No longer a serf of a welfare state
Everything is going your way. Pura Vida!
Seems to be going your way.
The drug war seems a distant dream
a remnant of the past.
Taxation regulation coercion
for me that couldn't last.
Now I keep what I can earn.
That makes me rich today.
For all those crushed by Leviathan
I'm one who got away!
Down in a banana republic
Living for myself every day
No longer a serf of a welfare state
Everything is going my way. Pura Vida!
Seems to be going my way.
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