Totemtunes - Bushman Lyrics

I'm tired of waiting for that whistle to blow
Tired of the news'on me radio
Dont want to be fed like a little pet
With tears and fears from me TV set
Teasing and teasing and foling around
Living me life as a flasch in the pan
As soon as Im loaded I need to get loud
Presure my lips against an icy bar

I wanna be a bushman
Paint me dreams in the sand
Standing on me own bare feet
Soldered to the ground

Dont wanna be a hero dont wanna be a star
Waving at the world inside an bulletproof car
No need to be fed with sudden death
Between deligts or frigths of me cigaretts
Aint no puppet atached to your string
Begging for your love to burn me wings
Aint no prophet nailed on the cross
With twisted lips at the final toss

I wanna be a bushman
Paint me dreams in the sand
Standing on me own bare feet
Soldered to the ground