Where the earth ends and the sea beginsnAnd the dark clouds fall apartnWhere the rain pelts like rocks upon the groundnIt opens tender heartsnIt's a place to lose your focusnSee things differently than mostnGo down the south side of the islandnTo the place they call the weather coastnI tell you there's been rumblings of a cargo cultnHigh up in the hillsnThey lost their bearings months agonNow they're searching for them stillnThe crazed leader of the rebel forcenIs a man named Jimmy RastanWith a maddening and blank cock- eyed starenHe's courting with disasternPalm oil for petrol palm oil for ginnTo be safe from harmnThe earth has lost its coveringnBlack soil floats out to the seanThe hard rain falls for six long weeksnLeaves gaping holes and deep ravinesnThey sent an advance party of policemennUp to search for himnThere's been rumours of a rampagenThey won't be coming back againnHis brain all soaked with malarianSurrounded by his tribe of mennThe talk down on the weather coastnIs that evil Jesus is back againnPalm oil for petrol palm oil for ginnPalm oil for soap and catholic hymnsnPray for safety from pestilencenTo be safe from harm...nTo be safe from harm...