Out here in the fields

I fight for my meals

I get my back into my living

I don't need to fight

To prove I'm right

I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally, take my hand
Travel south Crossland

Put out the fire

Don't look past my shoulder

The exodus is here

The happy ones are near

Let's get together
Before we get much older