All the screens are filled with heroes and losers. But the sky's still filled with stars. This junky palace might be on fire. Til the winners lose desire.
Skating down the street just beware;. People dropping dirt bombs everywhere.. When you smell that asphalt grin. And you feel it burn your skin. . Its gravelrash!.
In the morning we will wake up and take to the air. Look back at the planet - I'm glued to my chair. Southern half is burning as we climb through the cky.
Well I'm as old as the hills. And young as the day. Nobody sees things, in quite the same way. Computers and shovels, churches and brothels. Mannequins and skeletons, cities and dustbowls.
Few of the sins of the father, are visited upon the son. Hearts have been hard, our hands have been clenched in a fist too long. Our sons will never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns.
It's 2am in Town Hall Station. Black walls and sleeping drunks. Are bad companions. Ice is there. Fear is there. Everyone is nowhere there's too much of nothing.
There is a place we're coming to. It is not green it is not blue. I hope that you understand. . The devil was a dancing on the old foreshore. Hitting up on bright lights and the liquor stores.
By the time the luminous descent of the bright star unfolds. And tablets of strange love are shattered and bruised. By the time the oleander has fallen from bloom.
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 color TV. If I don't make it to the top it'll never bother me.
The Breakfast Creek hotel is up for sale,. The last square mile of terra firma gavelled in the mail,. So farewell to the Norfolk Island pines,. No amount of make believe can help this heart of mine..
Locked in the mall in a state of fright. Looking for salvation in a car headlight. But you can't have what you can't buy. . Tomorrow is better than yesterday,.
Cold cold change, we were so excited. But you came and went so soon. Cold cold change, we were not invited. We smiled all the while we were taken in. .
Brought up in a world of changes. Part time cleaner in a holiday flat. Stare out to sea at the ships at night. No anaesthesia, I'm gonna work on it day to day.
In my shoes, in my shoes. There is so much to remind me. As the stars come out above me, home. . Cool wind, clear my head. Bright sun grow my food. Strong rain clear my heart.
Capricornia don't walk away. Show me to the back of your hand. Capricornia don't leave me here. Dying in the back of your land.. . In the evening things all fall apart.
Here comes the angel of death. You may not remember her yet. Concrete all over her face. Child bride of the human race. . Until you see life in the forest.
In the desert in the dry. Before the breaking of the rain. The temperature in the shade. Had reached a hundred and ten again. . In the desert in the dry.
Hey, hey-hey hey. There'll be food on the table tonight. Hey, hey, hey hey. There'll be pay in your pocket tonight. . My gut is wrenched out it is crunched up and broken.
I've seen faces in the window. I've seen faces in the street. They walk and talk of nothing. I've known many restless summers. The sand dunes I imagine.
The Southern Aurora was late again. As I waited at central to take you home. Winking spinning sparkling lights on our flat earth. You talk about the old groundling ways.