ChemTale

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
 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