The Boys Are Killing Me

Back in early '96 in north west Australia

I wondered why you were lying on the street

accidents inflicted on an innocent child in the home while I was on the see saw

I was in the garden reading Papillon

Telling myself real people couldn’t be so cruel

She said honey what’s wrong I said, “babe what’s right?”

So we staggered off into the night

Drunk, but overjoyed just to be employed

By the boys

The boys are killing me

I’m just a sailor and a miner

I’m coming as I even if you tell me I’m a liar

The boys are killing me

I’m just a sailor and a miner

Mantajarra walyakarra, take a deep breath and hold your fire

Gesticulating wildly and passionate at cars

Parked in the dark on the street

I would’ve fallen in a hole if you didn’t have my shoulders tight

I was swaying like a see saw

If that’s what it is to trust another then you got it all

But I don’t know if I can trust my country anymore

She said honey what’s wrong I said, “babe what’s right?”

So we staggered off into the night

Drunk, but overjoyed just to be employed

By the boys

The boys are killing me

I’m just a sailor and a miner

I’m coming as I even if you tell me I’m a liar

The boys are killing me

I’m just a sailor and a miner

Mantajarra walyakarra, take a deep breath and hold your fire