Crowded House — Dr. Livingston

Steam ship, sail down the river Fight the mosquitoes that fly in a swarm White smoke covers the jungle See Dr. Livingston land with a thunk Young women weep for their dying babies Down where the sad willows gather I am a white man in Africa If I were to stay here There'd be no one to save me I hear the drums I know it's urgent I hear survival in his hands Switch to record I get the picture But I will never understand Mad world, visible army Blow up the bridges and come like a storm Young girl, eyes full of promise Carry the baby and keeping it warm Down where the sad willows gather Young men go down on their knees I am a white man in Africa With more than just my God to appease I hear the drums I know it's urgent I hear survival in his hands Switch to record I get the picture But I will never understand How there is love in his face 'Midst of all this waste In the Mozambique sun Under the gun I hear the drums I hear survival in his hands I hear the drums There is a curse upon this land I hear the drums I know it's urgent I hear survival in his hands Hit record Get the picture I will never understand Carry the sound and the fury Left all alone in a war zone Carry the sound and the fury Aah, aah Hours later Before my bed Makes me tired and ready for sleep So, tell me about all the places you go All the lives that you swallow, the people you keep Deep in a monastery That's where I wanna be Wrestle my soul