Lucky Country Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Speed, and this 

There's a feeling I get when I look to the sun 

Love, it's so tough 

Cause it raises your hopes and then it makes you run 

We're all looking for a shorter day 

We're all looking for an easy way 

Even when the debts are dead and gone 

Down, the stairs 

And an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on 

Hear, the time clocks sing 

And the smoke in the distance reaches the eye line 

We're all working on a shorter day... 

No conversation as you go 

There's so much space the heat moves you 

Terracotta homes, backyard barbeque and eucalyptus smell 

It's fine on the clothes line 

It's fast food and slow life and red roof 

My silence, comic interruptions 

Surely there's some relief from atomic art 

And the fragile state of world events 

With clowns who love the kings and power and the mutant media babes 

Wanking on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowers 

Don't talk to me in this backyard - it's clandestine, it's nuclear 

Smell of space and now forever I want to go 

Straight down the exit eight mile attraction 

you-turn is up and the time clock sings lets go 

Lucky country 

Where the geckos are paid to live in the sun 

On and on there's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare 

Lucky country 

Lucky country