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Barry said his last goodbye
To all the doomsday warriors
And set off for the bay
He could sniff the salt and scented sea
He kicked the backside of the teeve
The sky was in a darkening frame

The crowds trampling on the midden shells
Buried underneath the carpark
Where people danced and sang
He'd been pedaling hard for most his life
Now he could hardly reason why
Quick buck flats in his line of sight
They were grey daisies in the night
The stars snuffed out of sight

He called out
Can you really hear what you're saying?
Who are the strange gods to whom you keep praying?
Where is the soul, the substance and the whole
When you're living on the last frontier every day?

Escape at one when the clock ran down
On the Google centred town
Where the industry of schadenfreude
Had filled the harbour with warm beer
Well they were grazing in the back stalls
Their faces filled with false tears
And he says, "I'm getting out of here off to that last frontier"

He's calling out now
Who pays off the debts we're creating?
Who fixes the messes that we keep making?
Where is the soul, the substance and the whole
When you're living on the last frontier every day?

He says
Can you really hear what you're saying?
Who are the strange gods to whom you keep praying?
Where is the soul, the substance and the whole
When you're living on that last frontier every day?

Call it out now
Who pays off the debts we're creating?
I wonder who fixes the messes that we keep making?
Where is the soul, the substance and the whole
When you're living on that last frontier every day?

Now can you really hear what you're saying?
Who mends all those hearts that keep breaking?
Where is the soul, the substance and the whole
When you're living on that last frontier?
Desire tangled up with fear
The talking point's no longer clear anyway, anyway, anyway
Anyway

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