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