Olive Boy by C K "Choppy" Yap
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And a life is just
sticks and mud no less
Would be nice to rest
Born to work the press

Fruit of the land,
understand
Thin line in the sand

Fill your rusty pan
Shake an angry hand
From burning cars your freedom echoes

Paper in the wall,
face behind the shawl
Play your game of chance
in the shadow of the fence

Laa laa laa
la-la la-la laa laa laa

[instrumental]

[repeat]