the country we grew up in
does not exist anymore
the country we grew up in
does not exist anymore
the home that we were born in -
had strange men kicking at the door
we have seen the people vanish
we have seen the people die
we have seen the people vanish
we have seen the people die
we have nothing left to stay for
and the tide is rolling high
one more for the boat, sir
one more for the sea,
one more for the boat, sir
one more for the sea,
one more for the wind, sir
one more
for life
in a new country
is there room for my child, sir?
is there room enough for me?
is there room for my child, sir?
is there room enough for me?
one more for the wind, sir
one more
for life
in a new country
Hold on to your children
Hold on to your skin
Hold on to your children
Hold on to your skin
For a fistful of money
Somebody will always take you in
We may die on the water
We may die in the dark
We may die on the water
We may die in the dark
Our graves may be the open sea
Or a truck in an empty car park
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