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 [bad word] 
in my war
there's no space to grow
how many people [bad word] together [bad word] into to this

the bushman wants them dead
a world of christ unlit
we buy and sell the dread from which
the skull and [bad word] 

abandon me abandon me
is this does it think about my missiles ... no
abandon me abandon me
i want to be close to this