Well I told you about the forest and trees and the chlorophyll green. Yes I told you the birds will endure flutter wings dance on leaves. Hold onto dreams, hold onto dreams tonight.
So you cut all the tall trees down, you poisoned the sky and the sea. You've taken what's good from the ground. But you've left precious little for me.
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.
I don't want to run I don't want to stay. 'Cause everything that's near and dear is old and in the way. Emergency has gone, apathy rolling on. Time to take a stand.
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.
Look up on the ledge, there's a bomber diving on the golden street. Down below the crowd is falling, bullets under feet. . Don't tell me, don't tell me, hey don't tell me.
Say yes to a real life ambition, say yes to our hopes and our plans. Forget about your indecision, let's get the beast off our land. A tree that can grow no longer, a beach that has got no sand.
There's a shit storm a'coming. I feel it coming soon. There's a time and a place. And a moment in space. When the fat boys call the tune. There's a bubble a bouncing.
People, wasting away in paradise. Going backward, once in a while. Moving ahead, falling behind. What do you believe, what do you believe. What do you believe is true.
Here comes the mechanical sun. Working on the bones in the dry old creek bed. Mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it's dead. The emerald silo is rusting from the inside..
The world is crashing down on me tonight. The walls are closing in on me tonight. . 'cause I know this is the end of the beginning of the outbreak of love.
There's a wind on the eastern side. Ghost gums dance in the moonlit night. Mopoke mourns the racketeers. The bosses they can sense your mood. All in place to a hand that rules.
She was the golden summer wine. And now she's black and blue resigned. He took advantage like the spider. Helpless, one too many times. . You had to go ahead and sing.
When I'm locked in my room. I just want to scream. And I know what they mean. (One more day of eating and sleeping). . Speak to me, speak to me. I'm not spoken for, I'm ready to talk.
I grew tall in this lucky land. And I thank God for that, but there's needles in the sand. Ozone in the eucalypt and on the Steppes tonight. There's pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight.
Who'd like to change the world, who wants to shoot the curl. Who gets to work for bread, who wants to get ahead. Who hands out equal rights, who starts and ends that fight.
What do we want, we are going to be the winners or the losers?. And who do we hear, do we listen to the beggars or the choosers?. . We're getting no reaction.
The raising of children, the rearing of young. Used to be simple but look what it's become. The choice of career, the proper vocation. Out of your hands, all for the needs of the nation.
Was it just a dream, were you so confused. Was it just a giant leap of logic. Was it the time of year, that makes a state of fear. Methods were the motives for the action.