1848歌词

You left your home
Your mother, father, sons, and daughters
How does it feel to be alone
Unwelcomed stranger, unknown?
They're working your hands down to the bone
And still you have nothing to call your own
The dream they boast about isn't for you
No, it's isn't for you
They don't give a shite about you
They don't give a shite about you

In 1848 you became
A foreigner overnight
In 1848 you became
A foreigner overnight
And now it's your turn to mine for gold
And now it's your turn to mine for gold