Andrew Paul Regan - John Frum Will Return lyrics

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To our island in the sun

Came a saviour named John Frum

Told us of the things we’d lacked

Promised one day to come back

And now we’re faking runways

Bamboo aeroplanes

Praying to the silence

Hoping for reply while

The world is moving on

And we believe in John

There must be something not quite right

How we loathe the simple life

We demand consumer goods

We demand convenience foods

Preserving the old ways

Come back aeroplanes

Taking to the sky and

Leaving us behind while

The world is moving on

Still we believe in John

We’ve got a wood hut air traffic control

Coconut headphones

We can’t understand

Why nothing ever lands

What do we have to do to make you come back?

We believe in John