Cult Cargo

On the beach we make dozens of fires Then the whole night we watch the horizon For a long time the giant steel birds Haven’t landed on our island On our bodies we paint the USAs And we build the long tracks that they like Out of clay, wooden sticks and manure But the creatures still wouldn’t arrive Tons of Delicious food! Thousands of useful things! Shall fall from the sky! We just have to pray harder! Let’s go into a trance! Doing the spiritual dance! Troubles will go away! After we get the Cargo! It’s our ancestor’s spirits, who send us The magnificent packages with goods But someone intercept the birds halfway And they don’t arrive as they should It’s those foreigners, we know for sure With the tablets of shimmering dots They enchant our birds with the spells When they speak into their black box Tons of Delicious food! Thousands of useful things! Shall fall from the sky! We just have to pray harder! Let’s go into a trance! Doing the spiritual dance! Troubles will go away! After we get the Cargo! Almost ten years have passed since we got Rid of foreign arrogant men Silver birds fly too high in the sky Like they don’t see no more where to land Our shrines aren’t worse than the ones Outsiders have built while they stayed That means birds think we don’t pray enough We should worship them harder and wait for Tons of Delicious food! Thousands of useful things! Shall fall from the sky! We just have to pray harder! Let’s go into a trance! Doing the spiritual dance! Troubles will go away! After we get the Cargo!