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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 Look at me, look at me I've been broken up and shaken down Speak to me, speak to me I'm at the edge of myself I'm dying to talk Look at me, won't you look at me Back once more at the point of no return When I'm locked in my room I just want to scream And I know what they mean Only the strong (Hirst/Moginie) |
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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 I would pay out a king's ransom, if we could just understand Got your last meal, filled up with pesticide Hamburger chain third world infanticide Got robot car your jobs will disappear It's the politics of a brand new year Manhattanization is coming, open your eyes if you dare Carry us on to the crossroads, come to your senses and care 16 million, I can't hear you at all Some say that's progress I say that's cruel You may be safe in your hemisphere But there's so much junk in the stratosphere We got our eyes on the firmament, hands on the armaments Heads full of arguments, and words for our monuments I won't deny it, can we survive? Some say that's progress I say that's cruel. (Moginie/Garrett) |
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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 And I don't wanna be the one And I don't wanna be the one I'm an innocent bystander caught in the path Waiting out the back while the corporate attack Assaults the senses with relentless scenes of passion and delight I cut up all the options and went running for my life |
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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 [Chorus] End - your dreamworld is just about to end Fall - your dreamworld is just about to fall Your dreamworld will fall So shut that buckle and turn that key again Take me to a place they say the dreaming never ends Open wide drive that mistery road Walk through Eden's garden and then wander as you go Chorus Sign says honeymoon to rent Cloudland into dreamland turns The sun comes up and we all learn Those wheels must turn |
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My life is a valuable thing
I wan't to keep it that way, I won't cry My life's such a valuable thing Some things don't fade away, I don't mind We give the best we can give We won't forget, we can't forgive Keep us radioactive free Strike a bell in Hiroshima park You know that we can't see in the dark We try and we try and we try... Who waits for the planes to come When everybody's got you on the run South Pacific carry on It seems to me that what we're saying Nobody really wants to talk about it This is no time to be wondering why I do the best I can do The human jungle and the global zoo I'll find my way it's a very special way Why wait for the planes to come When everybody's got us on the run South Pacific carry on Here come the hercules Here come the submarines Sinking south pacific dreams |
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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 The bosses want decisions The workers need ambitions There won't be no collisions whey they move so slow Nothing ever happens Nothing ever matters No one ever tells me so what am I to know You wouldn't read about it Read about it Just another incredible scene There's no doubt about it The hammer and sickle The news is at a trickle The commisars are fickle but the stockpile grows Bombers keeping coming Engines softly humming The stars and stripes are running for their own big show Another little flare up Storm brewed in a tea cup Imagine any mix up and the lot would go Nothing ever happens Nothing ever matters No one ever tells me so what I am to know You wouldn't read about it Read about it One unjust, ridiculous steal Ain't no doubt about it You wouldn't read about it Read about it Just another particular deal There's no doubt about it |
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Push start that car tomorrow
I'll take it to the tip yard Well I'll leave it as a metal wreck For cats to sleep Then I'll catch the bus to bondi Swim the beach and wonder Who can wear the fashion when The place is oh so hot I'm just part of this play I'm making an inroad on the one and only I'm just part of this play I've finally decided I'm here to stay Then I'll stop the small talk Then I'll stop the games I'll show them that the plans I've made aren't wrong, what's wrong? Then I'll shop at new world Fill it up with real toys Initiate a face-lift for the captains to corrupt (rotsey/hirst/garrett/moginie) |
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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 Cold cold change, bringing in the winter Freezing up the water, closing up the mind One more danger, gonna have to deal with One last moment fading all the time But no lasting change, well we were turned around We jumped in the air to see over the wall No master plan, it's a bad design Significant time in spite of us all Cold cold change, we were so excited Waiting on the outside, waiting to begin Left us all angry and bewildered Laughing at the way we were taken in You better lock the door, turn it off (the light) We'll leave the nights alone, better keep me hoping That the change is over, the ice is gone And when the weather's warmer you can hear me shouting yeah (Hirst/Moginie) |
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I don't want to run I don't want to stay
Cos everything that's near and dear is old And in the way Emergency has gone, apathy rolling on Time to take a stand Redneck wonderland Got you in my sights, spotlit by the fence If it's love you're faking it's just common sense Brick and tile for miles, rolling in the aisles Rifle in my hand Redneck wonderland Well the streets are clean, nothing gets away I can see the beauty treatment draining from Your face It is vision free, It's poor bugger me Something less than grand Redneck wonderland |
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I believe we're crossing the great ravine
Still yearning half way a stranger I believe in our multiplicty Still part-blind no reason for anger I believe we pull up our roots and retreat A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra Why don't you tell me the truth about you Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation Tyranny, crushing the young bird's seed Hallowe'en's mate, short fuse of the banker We're all spores but we're never eunuchs Love's on the loose deflect the short tunic And the cameras ruse There's no judgement in ignorance I say Some people tell me stories, wasting all my time Some trying not receiving someone else's lies It's my time, yes it's my time (Moginie/Garrett) |
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Oh get down, getting down, so much money in the ground
For the people who don't deserve it now It's a circus we're the clowns as the giant ones disown Every bit of something we call home Said it's a pity 'bout the middle class Holden mass We get a bit to play around with doesn't really matter They kid us with their dole, kid us with the dope But generally speaking, nobody's got a hope We're playing the music of the middle-aged queens Getting fatter and fatter and splitting their jeans It's all the same, we're out in the cold The good ones died, the others just got old Everything's set, everything's fine You just got to stand in line Oh everything's set, everything's fine You just got to stand in line Getting down, getting down, we have to make it now Everybody's beaten, everybody's down, oh everybody's down So goodbye to the creeps who are making it Goodbye to the let it happen stand I'm moving out got no doubt they've forgettn twist 'n' shout They never ever listen to the man (Moginie/Hirst/Rotsey/Garrett) |
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I just want to see that clear clear ight
Don't want to be a member of a species that's deceasing Keep on making those promises that they aren't keeping Oh I was a talking to the people next door Said they don't want to die in a nuclear war Now we went walking down the old north road We got a common cause we got a heavy heavy load Watching pictures of the world Watching pictures as they pass me by Don't stop at that light Don't go out at night My artificial heart Expensive spare parts I've been a sailor on the sea I've been a flyer in the air I've seen a whole lot of bleeding hearts out there They don't talk so much I tell you they still care They can't go on living like this they can't go on Don't sit around in silence you don't need a licence It's moving in a hurrythere's no need to worry We're really going to change it the critical mass approaches I can almost hear it |
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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 Slogans that used to be scrawled on the wall Are written in the heart A woman bows to Mecca and she struggles to her feet It's better since the president took shooting off the street She pictures all the poverty the cursed Holy War The pictures that used to be scrawled on the wall Are written in the heart The elders make a promise and they forge it in the fire The general's car is sabotaged, four bullets in the tire With the burning of the words there goes the scorching of the earth The words that used to be scrawled on the wall Are written in the heart (Hirst/Moginie/Rotsey) |
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when they march
when they march over fields of green when they march when they march over fields of green when they march when they march over fields of green walking in the wilderness no future to the question you might get a simple answer get a simple answer walking in the wilderness you're naked now just skin and sand you'll get a smile answer get a smile answer see the king see the king of happiness see the king see the king of happiness in the light in the light you can see him crawl see the king see the king of happiness walking in the wilderness no future to the question you might get a simple answer get a simple answer walking in the wilderness the endless distance you don't need to get a smile answer get a smile answer past the point of no return your like a dog without a bone so get a simple answer get a simple answer |
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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 No inhibitions with the modern child Wasted lessons or pleasure or pain Easy to follow your natural instinct Easy to follow, much too hard to learn Useless expressions and sporting aggression Don't waste my time, I can't wait for the end of the session What opportunity, the modern child? Waste passion and wasted mind Some kids got no time for playtime Some kids got no time for games Some kids got no time for playtime Some kids got no time for games |
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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 The real world is not as calm as it appears to be from here The old world is not as safe with the new world closing in The great south land can be as great as the one it could have been The one it could have been The real world is not as calm as it appears to be from here The small world is not as strong and the testing ground is near The old world is not as strong as the one we could have seen The great south land can be as great as the one it could have been The one it could have been We've got the best of both worlds (Hirst/Moginie) |
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Don't want to live in a prison cell
don't want to live in a smoking room, independence just won't come to you in the brief of a diplomat. Say your prayers for the future say your prayers for the past, it might be round the corner it might be all we have. Say your Prayers. Don't want to live with a compromise don't want to live with hypocrisy, bureaucracy doesn't have to win breaks the cage of the beast within. Say your prayers in the boardroom say your prayers on the stairs, it might be catastrophic it might be too damn bad. Say your prayers. I got the cure for compassion fatigue spend a week with the Timorese, running scared from the military you can share you can share your disease. Now we don't live with an absent master we don't live on an island divided, don't want my kids to grow up in shame in a country with a different name had to throw them out, had to break the chains. I got the cure for compassion fatigue spend a week with the Timorese, running scared from the military I come to you with a plaintive plea. |
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I'm on the whiskey flying, and I'll run by night
I'm on the whiskey running, and I'll run by night I'm on the winter cycle, shut my eyes to the bite I'm on the winter cycle, shake my fist at the bite I'm on the whiskey flying, and I'll run by night I'm on the phone to summer, so I'll see you on the flight My friends are at a party, playing games with the light I hate to say I'm wrong, I just know I'm right We all run by night I'm on the whiskey flying, and I'll run by night I'm on the glaze a burning, and it burns in the light I'm on a turning circle, turn my face from the bite I'm on a turning circle, hear me screaming at the bite I'm on the edge of danger, and I'll run by night I'm on the phone to summer, so I;ll see you on the flight My friends are at a party, playing games with the light I hate to say I'm wrong, I just know I'm right We all run by night (Moginie/Hirst/Rotsey) |
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