The heart of Kelly's country cleared
The gangers on the southern line
Like the steam trains have disappeared
Pelicans glide
Miracles up in the skies
We vote for a government
With axes in its eyes
Will the sons of Solidarity
Still march on May Day
Will the sisters of the seventies
Still fight for equal pay
There's no one on the Reeperbahn
No more blankets handed out for land
We feed an economy
It's got blood on its hands
Pack your bags full of guns and ammunition
Bills fall due for the industrial revolution
Scorch the earth till the earth surrenders
Soldiers of armies
Storm empty fields
In a traveller's trance
On the way to the high frontier
Sleepwalkers stumble
Cable cars run aground
Imaginary enemies
Form high above the clouds
In the mountains of Burma
-"Mountains of Burma" by Midnight Oil
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