The days are growing longer

Only yours are growing short

For as you're growing stronger

I've decided to deport you

You might not understand why it's up to us to set the end

Why can we set the end to what is yours?

Angie's trying to help you

And finds her hands are being bound

To the big wheel of a windmill

That keeps going round and round and round and round and round

You might not understand why it's up to us to set the end

Why can we set the end to what is yours?

So you came that long way

Without no right to stay

And I'm bound to the windmill

Windmill

Don't grain today

You're going to the airport

There are two policemen at your side

And the windmills will keep turning

and you'll be gone in that one flight

I do not understand why it's up to us to set the end

Why can we set the end to what is yours?