The tucker box is empty now, the heart of Kelly's country cleared The gangers on the southern line, like the steam trains have disappeared Pelicans glide, miracles up in the sky We vote for the government, with axes in his eyes
Mountains of Burma, the road to Mandalay In the mountains of Burma, light years away, mountains of Burma
Will the sons of Solidarity, still march on May Day And will the sisters of the seventies, still fight for equal pay There's no on eon the Reeperbahn, no more blankets handed out for land We feed an economy, that's got blood on it's hands
Mountains of Burma...
Pack your bags full of guns and ammunition Bills fall due for the industrial revolution Scorch the earth till the earth surrenders
Soldiers of armies, storm empty fields In a traveller's trance, on the way to the high frontier Sleepwalkers stumble, cable cars run aground Imaginary enemies, form high above the clouds In the Mountains of Burma...