The Boys Are Killing Me

(альбом: Tasmania - 2019)

Back in early '96 in north-west Australia
I wondered why you were lying on the street
Accidents inflicted on an innocent child
In the home, while I was on the see-saw
I was in the garden reading Papillion
Telling myself real people couldn't be so cruel
She said, "Honey, what's wrong?"
I said, "Babe, what's right?"
So we linked arms, and we staggered off into the night
Drunk, but overjoyed just to be employed

By the boys
The boys are killing me
I'm just a sailor and a miner
I'm coming as I even if you tell me I'm a liar
The boys are killing me
I'm just a sailor and a miner
Mantajarra Walyakarra
Take a deep breath and hold your fire

Gesticulating wildly and passionate at cars
Parked in the dark on the street
I would've fallen in a hole
If you didn't have my shoulders tight
I was swaying like a see-saw
If that's what it is to trust
Another then you got it all
But I don't know if I can trust my country anymore
She said, "Honey, what's wrong?"
I said, "Babe, what's right?"
So we staggered off into the night
Drunk, but overjoyed just to be employed

By the boys
The boys are killing me
I'm just a sailor and a miner
I'm coming as I even if you tell me I'm a liar
The boys are killing me
I'm just a sailor and a miner
Mantajarra Walyakarra
Take a deep breath and hold your fire