Going to Bogotá

I know what I want
 And I know what we need
 When the first fruits of the harvest
 Begin to blacken and bleed
 And the purple fruit gives way when you press it
 Even so slightly
 And through the thatches behind the green leaves
 We heard the fire-eyed macaw sing, evil as you please
 And his little song is a very pretty song
 But it's something I won't stand for
 And as the sun rises over Columbia
 I know we're done for
 When the holes started forming in the tent
 And you wondered out loud where the sunlight went
 I had a mind to tell you
 But I didn't want to hurt you
 And if I knew how to form the words
 I would ask you what you'd come for
 But as the sun rises over Columbia
 I know we're done for
 Yeah, as the sun rises over Columbia
 I know we're done for
 As the sun rises over Columbia
 I know we're done for