dr livingstone

steam ship

sail down the river

fight the mosquitoes that fly in a swarm

white smoke covers the jungle

see dr. livingston land with a thunk

young women weep for their dying babies

down where the sad willows gather

i am a white man in africa

if i were to stay here

there'd be no one to save me

i hear the drums

i know it's urgent

switch to record

i hear survival in his hands

i get the picture

but i will never understand

mad world

invisible army

blow up the bridges and come like a storm

young girl

eyes full of promise

carry the baby and keeping it warm

down where the sad willows gather

young men go down on their knees

i am a white man in africa

with more than just my god to appease

i hear the drums

i know it's urgent

i get the picture

i hear survival in his hands

switch to record

but i will never understand

how there is love in his face

'midst of all this waste

in the mozambique sun

under the gun

i hear the drums

i hear survival in his hands

i hear the drums

there is a curse upon this land

i hear the drums

i know it's urgent

i hear survival in his hands

hit record

i will never understand

get the picture

carry the sound and the fury

left all alone in a war zone

hours later

carry the sound and the fury

thoughts of my bed

so tell me about all the places you go

all the lives that you swallow

the people you keep

leave me tired and ready for sleep

wrestle my soul

that's where i want to be

deep in a monastery