The ceasefire ceased at midnight

and the battlelines were drawn,

so we gathered up our history

had the children dressed at dawn,

there wasn´t any petrol so we used the can

to fill water from the UN tank,

couldn´t help feeling no-one gave a damn

as we left our happy homeland



Our happy homeland through the sniper fire and smoke

and as we left our happy homeland

we felt like Gods cruel joke



Took the clothes we stood up in

left the mobile phone behind with the pc

and the fax machine that revolutionised our lives,

couldn´t use the car so we pushed the pram

over the bridge where we first held hands,

down the culvert to the transit camp and

we left our happy homeland



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And we though of our neighbors

as the shelling began,

holed up in their cellar

with their homemade jam

and we couldn´t help feeling

no-one gave a damn

as we left our happy homeland