Say Your Prayers - Midnight Oil

Don’t want to live in a prison cell

Don’t want to live in a smoking room

Independence just won’t come to you

In the brief of a diplomat

Say your prayers for the future

Say your prayers for the past

It might be round the corner

It might be all we have

Say your Prayers

Don’t want to live with a compromise

Don’t want to live with hypocrisy

Bureaucracy doesn’t have to win

Breaks the cage of the beast within

Say your prayers in the boardroom

Say your prayers on the stairs

It might be catastrophic

It might be too damn bad

Say your prayers

I got the cure for compassion fatigue

Spend a week with the Timorese

Running scared from the military

You can share you can share your disease

Now we don’t live with an absent master

We don’t live on an island divided

Don’t want my kids to grow up in shame

In a country with a different name

Had to throw them out, had to break the chains

I got the cure for compassion fatigue

Spend a week with the Timorese

Running scared from the military

I come to you with a plaintive plea