Out where the river broke. The blood wood and the desert oak. Holden wrecks and boiling diesels. Steam in fourty-five degrees. . The time has come, to say fair's fair.
When I can't see you. You're always near. Back right pocket. I keep you there. Safely hidden. For all those times. When nothing else at all. Can get me by.
The lord is my temple. God is by my side. You pay rates on that temple. Build materials at the side. He gives reasons. To get through the day. He doesn't have rinse action.
The God forsaken rifleman stands rigid at the bar. The kids discover victims in the rubble and the tar. They're married to ambition to the slogans of the war.
Well oh well I feel I'm in decay. John Laws is on the air again. It's heavy traffic, jacarandas, eye in the sky and foot on ground. I see a million sand speck'd ants in mortal combat hand to hand.
Up there on the platform. He is speaking to the people. The people are responding. With clapping and a'cheering. But the meaning of the message. Not revealed to those assembled.
US Forces give the nod, it's a setback for your country. Bombs and trenches all in rows, bombs and threats still ask for more. Divided world the CIA, who controls the issue.
I'm gonna wait for the moment to come. I'm gonna wait till we all stop from running. Boxed in like candles, polar bear pride. Turning to terror as the script is read out.
We don't serve your country. Don't serve your king. Know your custom don't speak your tongue. White man came took everyone. . We don't serve your country.
Tell for yourself, watch me sweat, watch me crawl. Stretch me on the table, up against the wall. You can see for yourself, but you better not say. You're working four more hours every other day.
I know that the sunset empire shudders and shakes. I know there's a floodgate and a raging river. I say the silence of the ribbons of iron and steel. I say hear the punch drunk huddle drive hammer and steel.
So you've got the blues. The evening wore out your shoes. To a shuffling beat. It's a colorful crowd. . Spraycan information. Cover the lonely station.
Breaking me down, lunatic noises. Breaking me down, desperate voices. Breaking me down, phone is blistering. Breaking me down, death by listening. . Somebody's out there, Somebody's waiting.
Conquistador of Mexico, the Zulu and the Navaho. The Belgians in the Congo short memory. Plantation in Virginia, the Raj in British India. The deadline in South Africa short memory.
Let's begin, I am ready, let's begin. Sell my soul to him. Shed my skin, I just want to shed my skin. I don't want to sell my soul to him. Mechanize, city bursts and farmers die.
Thought one day I'd make my fortune. Like the ancient cavalcades. From the shipyards of New Zealand. Chasing history I left home. Moving west into the sunset.
(Instrumental to second part). Come to me now, be careful of what you say. Don't make a sound, there's noise enough in this. Come with me now, let night move into day.
The rich get richer, the poor get the picture. The bombs never hit you when you're down so low. Some got pollution, some revolution. There must be some solution but I just don't know.
Under the waterline. No place to retire. To another time. The eyes of the world now turn. . And if we think about it. And if we talk about it. And if the skies go dark with rain.
The bar was crowded in the arvo din. And the voices got higher and higher. For the man at the back with the tickets in his hat. He would have to do more than aspire to.