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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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In the city the heart still whispers
Flaking metal a silent witness There's chemical fields and cathode clouds The milky way is emasculated as exhaust fans And smart cards shrink wrap the coloured air And send it coughing to eternity We can see the bright light but we can't reach it We are not afraid enough to call Go back wrong way you cannot stay you cannot live here Concrete you don't free my soul In the city the sound is biting Cement fingers they are clutching The emissary of trash decorates the way No wild acres you can see, yearning to breathe Concrete you don't free my soul Blackened hands and heart of steel, No wish to consume, embellish, discard and expire Concrete you don't free my soul Concrete you don't free my soul |
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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, Tomorrow is better than today, Tomorrow is better than yesterday they say Cemetery in my mind Cemetery in my mind This must be my time Wake work drink sleep retire Tide comes up way too high You can fall but can you rise Cemetery in my mind, You can fall but can you rise There's no pulse no sign of life, Cemetery in my mind. |
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Comfortable suburban home
Too afraid to go out on your own Comfortable place on the couch Natures a stranger keep it out Haul away So you got coastline for fence It could be your first line of defence You'll never be ready for this Ignorance is bliss haven't you heard Haul away Give me your sermon on the mount Give me your final account Your house is so blissfully calm I'll bury you down at the farm Haul away They say the truth is what you see I know the truth is what you feel |
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Hanging on like hell to the safety chain
Lifebuoy crash lands in a vale of tears All the lovers are in retreat Out on the edge of the nervous street So deaf to the call of the wild Deaf to the first born's whispering plea Expanding frame the city is in heat Burning at the edges of the lonely street But I want to hold your precious head I will not leave you nor pretend I'm going to hold you to the end Hey mama didn't know we'd end up here The snapshot is all tiles and red walls Down at the squatter's camps they cannot compete The shepherd has been bound up by his hands and his feet Make love make peace make haste it's a slow release Great changes gonna carry you Make love make peace make haste it's a slow release Great changes gonna carry you |
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Well I want to return to my sender
Well I want to return There is so much that I can't remember But there's so much to choose We are laying the tracks for the company Across all space and all time Any insinkerator will remind you What can happen to you There's a billboard as high as a mountain Neon lights up the hill Cast no shadow and leave no traces We are grist for the mill Hold me control me into the arms we fall Sugar the future sale of the century Trying to turn the world around Trying to turn the world around I've come to turn your world around. |
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Welcome stranger listen in
The presumption of innocence was buried again Carve up-selloff Triumphalism gotta be a curse or even worse It's inherited it's recurring, oh God I have walked I have swum I've hitchhiked and I've run do you know what I mean I have sat with my beer in the EH drive in do you Know what I've seen The triumphalist and narcissist are joined ear And hip and phone They're worshipping their chrome Carve up-selloff Some people speak with chainsaw tongue, Some just golden arches smile Some relish others suffering, some just run and hide I have dreamed I have schemed I have made Myself clean do you know what I mean I have sat I have strayed got caught up And I prayed do you know what I've seen The story's just the same but the ending it can change He wants to build a monument it's everlasting in cement It's cellular recombinant he is not lite he will not die Carve up-selloff Gonna pick up all the pieces they're available from species With all the goat and all the sheep and all the Human bits and pieces but he'll make you Sign the dna releases ... welcome ... In the year of the reign of the real citizen kane, Wilkommen, the squeeze is on, it's a falling down on thou & I ... |
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I was asleep with both eyes open
Dream freeze sprinklers in the sun Beer soaked mansions block the sky, Dingos howl and white flags fly The future's put on hold and you're still young But I know seeing is believing I can't believe what I'm seeing I was crying with both eyes open But now all is quiet on dripfeed lottery night Curse the dugong, free the jet ski, Suckling babies at the eski Invite the looters back the price is right. |
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Yeah, whatcha gonna do now, now that you started?
Whatcha gonna do now, now that it's done? The words got out there, they float around and are coming right back down. You gonna leave us lying here Dealing with the consequences of a bad sound Of a bad sound. White skin black heart White skin black heart Whatcha gonna do now, that it's spoken? These words of a habit, have not faded away. .................... it clear, conscious gets opened like a wound. If you can't concieve a better line and better times, Then let silence bury you, in the end. When you feel it, when you feel it You're condemned. You see, you've lost your strangle on the freedom road! You think ........................of something a long time ago! You [spewed it out you were so] insecure! It was like ............. on the toilet floor! You're a [nine seat] drunk, ............... and you say you want something, .......... you heard the rednecks roaring for blood and then they wanted more! Life was so small, you couldn't get enough. You made a start. White skin black heart Dripping, White skin black heart White skin black heart White skin black heart White skin black heart Drag your eyes from [aurora] black heart! White skin black heart Drag your leg, get outta here [my sight]! White skin black heart White skin black heart White skin black heart White skin black heart You didn't have to start White skin black heart White skin black heart |
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One thing's for sure
That it's still the same That young folk die For some noble aim And they live so fast But they die so young And we just keep wondering What the hell went wrong Yeah, they live so fast But they die so young And we just keep wondering What goes on It's such a shame Such a useless shame That they have to play Such a hopeless game And it makes me shake Makes me shake with rage For the wasted lives For nothing gained Coz they die so fast And they die so young And we just keep wondering What goes on? What goes on? What goes on? What goes on? You tell me what goes on? What goes on? What goes on? You got a good thing before You got everything to live for Ain't nothing you want to die for No, no, nothing at all Coz you live so fast But you die so young And we just keep wondering wondering, wondering |
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Here comes the olive branch man
He'll press it any way he can He tries so hard to understand Here comes the tired statesman Heavy lidded bearded nowhere left to land He makes the jigsaw fit With a hammer in his hand It's just a drop in the ocean Here comes the nightmare man He's got the numbers bottom line and sleight of hand He's smiling everywhere he can with feeling For every fallen soldier every grain of sand It's just a drop in the ocean |
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