Farm Night

[Live version :]

Hot palm trees and crossed legs
Smell of bills everywhere
What you see isn't what you get
Things aren't work this way
But you can't escape The Burmese Days
Just ask yourself if you want it
Monks become the new eagle
After bombs we're all equals
You want to work I want to play
Will you stand up here in one year ?

Gold dust turn in blood shapes
Lonely pal on his way home
A tempest never fade away
The jungle can't hide the dead
But you won't escape The Burmese Days
You need this injustice instead
The army replace gentlemen
Rainbow doesn't mean friendly no more
You want to travel I want to stay
Can you come back from Dublin I love you babe ?