(Shearer)
We meet in different places
We're looking out for familiar faces
We use secret codes
That nobody else, nobody else knows
Oh what a mess
Being undercover
All this stress
From being discovered
All these lies
We're in disguise
They don't suspect
Until they see our eyes
Oh I hope they don't suspect
I've got the smugglers' blues
I've got the smugglers' blues
I've got the smugglers' blues
I've got the smugglers' blues
I've got to go straight
And just settle down
Find myself a wife
And get myself a proper life
But we're in too deep
And we've gone too far
We've crossed the line
And I can't wait until the next time
We meet in different places
We're looking out for familiar faces
There's no turning back
It's all turning black
My heart is black and blue
Oh my heart is black and blue
I've got the smugglers' blues
I've got the smugglers' blues
I've got the smugglers' blues
I've got the smugglers' blues
All this pressure
Driving us insane
We try to give up
But it's all in vain
Oh what a mess
Being undercover
All this stress
I've got the smugglers' blues
I've got the smugglers' blues
I've got the smugglers' blues
I've got the smugglers' blues
© 2008 Andrew Shearer.