Putaruru is a small town in the Waikato region of New Zealand's North Island. It is on the Oraka River 65 kilometres south-east of Hamilton. The correct form of the name is thought to be the Māori word Putaaruru – "To come forth like a ruru (morepork)"; sometimes given as 'Home of the Owl'.
The town's population at the 2006 census was 3765 (2001: 3783, 1996: 4047). Its economy is based on farming, forestry and timber production.
State Highway 1 and the Kinleith Branch railway run through the town.
The nearby Blue Spring is the current source of about 60% of New Zealand's bottled water.
Putaruru's main shopping street is Princes Street and has a collection of chemists, hairdressers, banks, retail stores, bakeries, A butcher's shop, pub, video store, and Mr Wong's Fish and Chips.
Tirau street also has several notable business establishments. Ma Bakers is a popular bakery. In recent years, The Wooden Farmer, headed by local chef, Ginge, has provided the town's first world class restaurant experience. Canton Takeaways is a stalwart of the Putaruru takeaway scene, with a Chinese smorgasbord where patrons can often "fill both sides", a local term to describe filling of both the base and the lid of the takeaway container.
In a world of pain
There's always a way to die
People not caring
For what's all inside
Blood and guts lie
Across the fields of war
But we're still standing
The smoke clears
We see it now
All your wretched ways
But I won't take your pain
As the years grow longer
We all feel the rage
Of a wide world
Caving in with hate
Many keep falling
In this world of pain
But we keep holding on
The smoke clears
We see it now
All your wretched ways
But I won't take your pain
[Pre-Chorus]
You stole a piece of me
Yet I see you in myself
This twisted road of life
Ends in utter hell
Mirrored face to face
Shadows in the mind
Living your disgrace
Broken fate I find
Now we're face to face
And I draw the line
Fear clouding your eyes
As I watch you die
Finally the whole world
Has come to an end
Many hearts broken
Awaiting another chance
Not understanding
That their time has come
But we still stand here, alive
The smoke clears
We see it now
All your wretched ways