(Rob Hirst/Jim Moginie)



So you cut all the tall trees down

You poisoned the eart and the sky

You've taken what's good from the ground

But you left precious little for me



You remember the flood and the fall

We remember the light on the hill

There should be enough for us all

But the dollar is driving us still



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River runs red

Black rain falls

Dust in my hand

River runs red

Black rain falls

On my bleeding land



So we came and conquered and found

Riches of commons and kings

Who strangled and wrestled the ground

But they never put back anything



Now I'm trapped like a dog in a cage

Wherever the truth is pursued

It must be the curse of the age

What's taken is never renewed



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