Dying To Get To Europe

sundown on a rif mountain peak
and three dusty friends with white plastic bags
of bread rolls and marmalade
prepare to swap the third world for the first
as long as there is hunger they will come
by dawn they’ll realise
that fortress europe has been busy
waiting for them are two five-mile parallel wire
with razor wire
heat sensors cameras
and watch towers and dogs and guns
there is no tree
but there is the sea
you can’t stop us
we’ll keep coming and coming and coming
if you knew what we were leaving behind
you’d understand that
dying to get to europe
you can’t stop us
we’ll keep coming and coming
dying to get to europe
we’ll keep coming and coming
dying to get to europe
we’ll keep coming and coming
dying to get to europe
we’ll keep coming and coming
we’ll keep coming and coming