BENTLEY BLUES
Words & Music by Neil Pike ©2014
Turn around, go back,  you’re heading the wrong way
There’s nothing you can offer us, there’s nothing you can say
The last place you came from, the mess you left just stunk
Your credit card is meaningless when the water can’t be drunk

Your money has no value to the people gathered here
We all intend to stick around so let me make it clear.
The power that you represent we do not recognise
There is no price on livin’ life without water food & skies

This is our home. This is our home. This is our home.
Leave it alone.

We’re all in this together now, there is no them & us
The food we eat and the water we drink is why we make this fuss
It’s a simple proposition, why don’t you understand?
We’re staying and you’re leaving now, get off this land.

This is our home. This is our home. This is our home.
Leave it alone.

So turn around, go back there’s nothing here for you
Pack up your tools, head down the road, that’s all that you can do.
There’s more of us than you can count & still more on their way
So turn around & leave this place, we will not let you stay.

This is our home. This is our home. This is our home.
Leave it alone.