oh captain, my captain   oh who is my captain?   can it be that there is nobody at the helm?   can they dare call it reason   in the growing treason   when the king has somehow abdicated the realm      chorus:   will they fall from the sky in the black of the night   will they crawl through the jungle at dawn   will they put in in the west down at puntarenas   or in the east at porto limon      i signed on in my youth,    thinking there was but one truth   that this mission was sent for a merciful good   but when the port came in view   came a far darker hidden truth   that the cargo of business was understood      or they'll come through the banks   and the right-wing think tanks   multinational only means the people they cry   in the face of the reaper   you know the people work cheaper   keep a tight grip and squeeze all the freedom dry      oh captain, my captain   oh who is my captain?   can it be that nobody here is my friend?   for this history lesson   we will pay in aggression   that in business the means justify the end