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WATCH
04:17
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In this war of the worlds
No one gets away
Just the sunlight of the day
And the freedom of the trees
All spread in disease
Devouring the roots and infecting the leaves
Watch them fade away
And the rivers all descend
Into the seas in which they end
And the birds die
And the fish die
And we all get buried in a shallow grave
Watch them fade away
Watch them fade away
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2. |
Rorke's Drift
04:00
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Burn the house
Finish the weak
Wet the spears
And blood on the feet
Dig the holes
Through the walls
Cover up
And shut the doors
Thick as grass
And black as smoke
Black as hell
Bodies left to choke
Hang the Wounded from the trees
Pass me that Martini Henry
Hand me that Elephant gun
Just a single shot will do
They're coming forth
Grab me that Martini Henry
Quick throw me that elephant gun
Just a single shot won't do
They're coming forth
Thick as grass
And black as smoke
Black as hell
Bodies left to choke
Two sides of the drift and me
Natal flee
Here they come again...
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3. |
Pattaya
03:27
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4. |
Mother
05:10
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As the rain falls
As the insects crawl
As the drought grows
And desperation grows
Have you seen the whites in her eyes
Many mouths to feed
Thinking of the family
We have to lose some weight
Lose this dead weight
Climb upon my back
The aged mother snaps
One twig after another
I am sorry Mother
Have you seen the whites in her eyes
I'm sorry Mother
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5. |
Dorm
04:48
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And I was feeling tired
I was feeling tired
Feeling tired
I was feeling tired
To the TV wired
And I slept and slept till after dawn
Everyone afraid to step into my dorm
Dorm
No one informed me
Until I wasn't asleep
No one informed me
(You mistrust us, we must trust you)
Until I wasn't asleep
(You must trust us, we mistrust you)
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6. |
The Borrachero Tree
03:00
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Falling asleep
Under the borrachero tree
Falling asleep
As the flowers look down on me
Looking at me
Staring down at me
No power to reason
No power to think
No power to think
No power to reason
In the distance I see
All the women turning to leave
No expressions on their faces
Walking in to their graves
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Tinged with sadness
So it was, so it was
The stench of death
At the door, at the door
The faces that deteriorate
A room filled with youthful hate
The faces that deteriorate
The older, the wiser
The younger, the liar
When the
The mirror
The clouded mirror
Reflects
Tightened to the grip of an elderly gallows
When the clouded mirror
Reflects
Tighter goes the grip
Of an elderly gallows
The mind's mind fades
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8. |
Where the Oranges Grow
05:20
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We won't go
This is our land and we're staying home
We won't leave
This is our home and we're staying here
We won't go
Cut threw our hands and we'd still say no
We won't leave
This is our land and we're staying here
I can taste the oranges already
I can feel the oranges surround me
I can hear the oranges around me
I can smell the oranges already
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