The Seaspice East of Midnight
And the battle lines were drawn
So we gathered up our history
Had the children dressed at dawn
Wasn't any petrol so we used a can
To fill up the water from the UN tank
Cos we left our happy homeland
Through the sight of fire and smoke
And as we left our happy homeland
We felt like John's cruel
Took the clothes we stood up in
Left the mobile phone behind
With a PC and a fax machine,
that revolutionized our lives
Couldn't use a car, so we pushed the pram out
over the bridge where we first held hands
Down the cobble to the transit camp,
and we left a happy homeland
Through the sniper fire and smoke
And as we left our happy homeland
We felt like God's cruel joke
And with all of her neighbors
Hold up in the cellar with her
Couldn't help feeling no one gave a damn
As we left our happy homeland
Through the snipe of fire and smoke
We felt like God's cruel joke
We felt like God's Cruel Joke
