You say times are tough. We've got the best of both worlds here. Things are rough. We've got the best of both worlds here. Times are tough. We've got the best of both worlds.
Beds Are Burning. Midnight Oil. . Out where the river broke. The bloodwood and the desert oak. Holden wrecks and boiling diesels. Steam in forty five degrees.
Fresh air soft landing. So good to be home. This bruised world's got its beauty. It's where I belong.. . The sight of those green curves. Quickens my heart.
I am gone, can't waste more time. I said, not quite joking. The fire has gone the big trees stand. The underground is smoking. . Remember nothing you've been told.
Must be time for a second chance. I can't escape this basement flat. Writers cramp and claustrophobia. . Must be time for a better place. My sink leaks and the rats have won the race.
In this city with no footpath there's a building with no people. There is crime and gun decisions. There's a street of heat and hawkers, there's a house of hope drifters.
From the bar to the bedroom I'm swimming in the neon. Lighted pictures of a redhead, plastic-coated hot on. And sometimes when that mirror shows. The smile of disbelief.
I don't want to grow anything in my heart. I don't want to write all these things in the sand. I don't want to listen and not understand. I don't want to tramp up the footpath of stars.
You're watching people fighting, you're watching people losing. On Armistice Day. . The watchers do the wincing, reporters so convincing. But the TV never lies.
I'm a snow plough. I must now plough on. I'm a snow plough. I'm a settler's son. I'm a storm cloud. Rain myself all over the place. I'm a storm cloud.
And my eyes shut tight as the eyes of dark slip away. And I'll drift through dreams till the dawn of the day. When the sun comes up and I'll be here alone.
When I cant see you. Your always near. Back right pocket. I keep you there. Safely hidden. For all those times. When nothing else at all. Can get me by.
Antarctica, Antarctica. Antarctica, Antarctica. Ice Age is here, right in your town. Antarctica, look what you've done. . And I, I feel like I've cheated your scheme.
I'm an innocent victim, I'm just like you. We end up in home units with a brick wall view. I can't believe the perfect families on my colour TV. If I don't make it to the top it'll never bother me.