Out in the west of the Transberry pines Self-serving in the British Empire An Aussie boy and he's so far from home Breaker Morant, man of stone ♪ He was a poet and a lover, they say The only man to ever write dog inns grave A volunteer to go fight the boys Or a wind up answering to crimes of war Won't fly under the African sun Won't fly when dirty deeds are done ♪ The orders came down from Kirchner himself To take no prisoners and offer no help Nothing riding to protect those above Shit runs downhill and it gets no lower It won't fly under the African sun Won't fly when dirty deeds are done ♪ It was a cold blood planned, on the hand was a list With the taste and face of evil desire I was an awful guy in the wink of the night Where the foot knows last pose keeps up the empire ♪ Greedy warfare has no beg your pardons Born is a child in a ruthless garden Colonial boys, they would take all the blame But God bless, pretender, they were doing the same Won't fly under the African sun Won't fly when dirty deeds are done Won't fly under the African sun Won't fly