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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Augie March
Augie March
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Glenn Richards
Glenn Richards
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul McKercher
Paul McKercher
Producer

Lyrics

You can't walk through the Isle of the dead You can't lie still in the guest house bed There's a pair of black eyes staring down at you From the mountain top, through y'r window The bunks are empty, your mates are gone Breakfast lasts an hour long O warm bread, drawn tea The bastards'll never get to me But somebody knows, somebody knows Somebody always knows Where a body goes I were one of two, we were joined at the shoe When we thought to make our break So we shimmied our locks and we knocked up a box And we rode the thing down the waterway Now the Derwent twists and the Derwent slides It's a moving thing with many eyes O who'd have thought, at all or often That vehicle would become our coffin? So many souls, so many souls So many souls in the water I left me a little daughter and I left me a girl And I left them alone in that tired old world O where are they now? I am one of a gang set to work on the land A clearin' and fellin' and killin' The best of us here has a conscience clear And he goes about it keen and willin' We're shooting them from the rocks And we're shooting them in the water And when they're runnin' we're shootin' them in the backs And we do it without a thought or care? So many lies, so many lies, so many lies been told We'll none of us here grow old Not gracefully, not peacefully in this blind old land In this dreaming land, some demon's land
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