Midnight Oil - Dead Heart Lyrics
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Dead Heart
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What Are The Lyrics For Dead Heart By Midnight Oil?
We don't serve your country
Don't serve your king Know your custom, don't speak your tongue White man came took everyone We don't serve your country Don't serve your king White man listen to the songs we sing White man came took everything We carry in our hearts the true country And that cannot be stolen We follow in the steps of our ancestry And that cannot be broken We don't serve your country Don't serve your king Know your custom, don't speak your tongue White man came took everyone We don't need protection Don't need your hand Keep your promise on where we stand We will listen we'll understand Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We carry in our hearts the true country And that cannot be stolen We follow in the steps of our ancestry And that cannot be broken We carry in our hearts the true country And that cannot be stolen We follow in the steps of our ancestry And that cannot be broken Mining companies, pastoral companies Uranium companies of companies of Collected companies Got more right than people, yeah Got more say than people, yeah More say than the people, oh yeah more say than people, yeah more say than people, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea, yeah, yeah Forty thousand years, that makes a difference to the state of things The dead heart, the dead heart, the dead heart lives here |
Who Wrote Dead Heart By Midnight Oil?
James Moginie, Martin Rotsey, Peter Garrett, Peter Gifford, Robert Hirst
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