Breaker Morant

V1: Out in the west of the Transberry Pines,
Self serving in the British Empire
An aussie boy and his so far from home,
Breaker Morant, man of stone
He was a poet and a lover they say, The only man to ever write dog ins grave
A volunteer to go fight the boys, or wind up answering to crimes of war

(chorus) Won't fly, under the African sun, won't fly, when dirty deeds are done

V3: Orders came down from Kirchner himself, To take no prisoners and offer no help
Nothing riding to protect those above, Shit runs down-hill, and it gets no lower

(chorus) Won't fly, under the African sun, won't fly, when dirty deeds are done

(bridge)Was a cold blood land, with a hand was a lace, with a taste of evil desire
Was tall fall guy, in the wink of an eye, where they put no flash post
Scape goat, sub Empire
(solo)
V4: Geurilla warfare has no beg your pardons, Born is a child in a ruthless garden
Lonely boy, they say would take all the blame, but god bless Brittannia
They will do it insane
(outro-chorus)
Won't fly, under the African sun, won't fly, when dirty deeds are done
Won't fly, under the African sun