Seeking leave, sir, to lick my wounds dry?
A place in the shade, sir, to lick my wounds dry?
You've no cause to fear that I'll fly
Sow the seeds now and let the truth die
Step on the wrong stone and let the truth die
Until now I never dared try
I'll try
Cracking the whip while we drink the keg dry
One man down while we drink the keg dry
Half a world away from home he'll die
Three years gone since I even asked why
Blood on my hands, never even asked why
Leave this soul for the savages
Tonight he'll die
Drag up a fire as the temperature dies
One more night of escaping mankind
Then the knock-down summer rains arrive
Follow the creek back to where my bones lie
Mark in stone where my skeleton lies
Leave that wretched colony, and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Swollen rivers swallow all kinds