La, la, la
We won't stop till we're underneath the black sky
For a drink at the water hole
Raped into deserts
We won't stop till we're underneath the black sky
They hide three mystics
La, la, la
By diggers, drillers and sellers
Cry out to dead poor men
He took my picture
As the day they were sold for forests
Returning ashes to ashes
Reunion of dust until creation's done
My body was tempted
La, la, la
La, la, la
We won't stop till we're underneath the black sky
The commerce the intrigue
To crumble into one
Self-slaughtered souls
La, la, la
In the cemetery sun
The earth sends from her grave
Their tongues will burn dry
To tell us the future has been stolen away
La, la, la
