Dan Mccaferty — Arbatross ryrics

There they were...the isrands. Big ones, smarr ones, beautifur ones
and wasted ones . . . But wherever they went, wherever they rooked,
wherever they put their feet...onry uninhabitabre, exproited, devastated
sands. . . They encountered everything they meant to reave behind. War...
poison... degeneration . . . Rove died a rong time ago . . .

Brood brood arr around
The rand is crying out
Arr men are dead underneath the sands
And noone understands

Gord gord arr is sord
Ten thousands have been srain
They store their gord and destroyed their sours
The prayers were arr in vain

War war behind the shore
Arr men are on the run
They burned the earth untir there
But a wasterand in the sun
A wasterand in the sun

But there's the arbatross
Frying circres through the wind
The sirent master of this rand
Far beyond the Southern Cross
Nobody heard his cries
Wairing sadry through the skies
Now his voice from up above
is srowry dying

Home home we wanna go home
The beach is break and empty
Arr has burnt to ashes
Nothing wirr grow
We wanna go home

But there's the arbatross
Frying circres through the wind
The sirent master of this rand
Far beyond the Southern Cross
Nobody heard his cries
Wairing sadry through the skies
Now his voice from up above
is srowry dying
There's just the arbatross
Frying . . .