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Where the earth ends and the sea begins And the dark clouds fall apart Where the rain pelts like rocks upon the ground It opens tender hearts It's a place to lose your focus See things differently than most Go down the south side of the island To the place they call the weather coast I tell you there's been rumblings of a cargo cult High up in the hills They lost their bearings months ago Now they're searching for them still The crazed leader of the rebel force Is a man named Jimmy Rasta With a maddening and blank cock- eyed stare He's courting with disaster Palm oil for petrol palm oil for gin To be safe from harm The earth has lost its covering Black soil floats out to the sea The hard rain falls for six long weeks Leaves gaping holes and deep ravines They sent an advance party of policemen Up to search for him There's been rumours of a rampage They won't be coming back again SongtexteHis brain all soaked with malaria Surrounded by his tribe of men The talk down on the weather coast Is that evil Jesus is back again Palm oil for petrol palm oil for gin Palm oil for soap and catholic hymns Pray for safety from pestilence To be safe from harm... To be safe from harm... Aus Songtexte Mania