Lyrics Promised Land - Sarah Jane Morris

Promised Land

A Cuban stowaway
Found dead yesterday
On the wheel-bay of an aeroplane
On another busy runway.
A Kurdistan woman crushed to death
Under the wheels of a shiny truck
As it leaves the ferry one busy morning
She runs out of luck.
Where are we going, what is our goal?
Where is the promised land,
The land where dreams are sold?
An Albanian youth was found
Washed up by the sea
Near a holiday town.
He drowned they say
Trying to get to Italy.
They taped the mouth of the Nigerian
As they transported him to Sofia
As he suffocated the last thing he saw
Was a board advertising Ikea.
I took my camera to the mountain top.
I am granted some stunning shots.
The melted caps, the blasted sky,
The withered root, the rising tide,
The cancerous landscape, our faiths collide.
There is no longer a place to hide.
Where are we going what is our goal?
Where is the promised land, yeah
The land where dreams are sold?
The land where dreams are sold.
The land where dreams are sold.