Lyrics Farm - Timmy Booth

I've got a feeling running down my spine
These are the echoes of hatred out of '39
'Cause you've got something up your sleeve
They live a separate life from you and me
This is a new sound over new ground on the farm

Keep pushing and remove my soul
And the next train to follow's to the next world war on the farm

There's a fever burning out of town
And when the hay barn ignites, I hope it burns to the ground
Cause you've got something up your sleeve
They live a separate life from you and me
But my love doesn't know
I'm the cancer in the throat
Of the rich man blowing smoke on the farm

Keep pushing and remove my soul
And the next train to follow's to the next world war on the farm
Keep pushing and remove my soul
And the next train to follow's to the next world war on the farm

Spent four years working on that farm
What's a rich man doing in a poor man's world?
Some years working on the farm
What's a rich man doing in a poor man's world?
The desert sun, is in my heart
You pour the sun, in to my heart
The sun in to my heart
The desert sun, in to my heart