There's a wind on the eastern side. Ghost gums dance in the moonlit night. Mopoke mourns the racketeers. The bosses they can sense your mood. All in place to a hand that rules.
When I'm locked in my room. I just want to scream. And I know what they mean. (One more day of eating and sleeping). . Speak to me, speak to me. I'm not spoken for, I'm ready to talk.