Russell Morris - Breaker Morant lyrics

V1: Out in the west of the Transberry Pines, Self serving in the British Empire An aussie boy and his so far from home, Breaker Morant, man of stone He was a poet and a lover they say, The only man to ever write dog ins grave A volunteer to go fight the boys, or wind up answering to crimes of war (chorus) Won't fly, under the African sun, won't fly, when dirty deeds are done V3: Orders came down from Kirchner himself, To take no prisoners and offer no help Nothing riding to protect those above, sh** runs down-hill, and it gets no lower (chorus) Won't fly, under the African sun, won't fly, when dirty deeds are done