Out here in the fields

I fight for my meals

I get back into my living

I don't need to fight

To prove I'm right

I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry

Don't raise your eye

Sally, take my hand

Travel south Crossland

Put out the fire

Don't look past my shoulder

The exodus is here

The happy ones are near

Let's get together

Before we get much older

Oh, oh

They're all wasted!