the home grown homeland fix

keeps all things separate

within this place its fate is fixed

and oil and peace don't mix



abandon me abandon me



in my war

in a right white world

in my war

painted light dark burnt

in my war

ever turns the screw

in my war

there's no space to grow

how many people keep coming together to come into to this



the bushman wants them dead

a world of christ unlit

we buy and sell the dread from which

the skull and bones commit



abandon me abandon me

is this does it think about my missiles ... no

abandon me abandon me

i want to be close to this