| In a manger like | |
| Christ I lay | |
| Yellow fever, yellow hay | |
| Feel the rhythm, sweetest sound | |
| Makin', breakin' sacred ground | |
| I'd give you a piece of my love for free | |
| But whatever | |
| I say you'll never see | |
| Acquire a taste for a different sound | |
| Make or break at this side of town | |
| Life will never be the same in | |
| Port Royal town | |
| I hear it comin' the shakin' of the ground | |
| They're stealin' in the day in | |
| Port Royal town | |
| The children are runnin' | |
| Ever strange the lives we lead | |
| So detached from the things we need | |
| Signs of greed in everyone | |
| Instant eviction and the blood on a gun | |
| Just when you think you've found it | |
| Spinnin' world | |
| I want to spin around it | |
| What is wrong? | |
| This pain won't peel | |
| The fibers of my life won't heal | |
| Life will never be the same in | |
| Port Royal town | |
| I hear it comin' the shakin' of the ground | |
| They're stealin' in the day in | |
| Port Royal town | |
| The children are runnin' | |
| Life will never be the same in | |
| Port Royal town | |
| I hear it comin' the shakin' of the ground | |
| They're stealin' in the day in | |
| Port Royal town | |
| The children are runnin' |
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