Pagaralam Besemah Highland - A Ballad of Human Progress

There's an old country road
Leads to a river
An old wooden fence
Surrounds all the sinners
Who stand by their graves
Wondering what they've done wrong
There's a train whistle blowin'
Across a fiery dessert
In search for the new land
There treacherous weather
Is headed for the mountain
To preach a brand new way
And it's full of politicians, bankers and lawyers
A fast talkin' man
Been armed to destroy us
And keep us from the truth
Consume, consume, consume
Lies, lies
Don't believe them
Don't believe them
And westward they head
Ravaging the villages
They burn all the dead
Their world is for the privileged
And you're not one of them
You're just a number
So they came up with races, borders and fences
And job occupations and classifications
Their aim, to conquer
Divide, divide, divide
Lies, lies
Don't believe them
Don't believe them
We're just one race
One color, one number
We're just one man
One father, one mother
We must unite
Before they take our lives

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