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