People, wasting away in paradise Going backwards, once in a while Takin' your time, give it a try What do you believe, what do you believe What do you believe is true? And nothing they say makes a difference this way Nothing they say will do
You take all the trouble that you can afford At least you won't have time to be bored At least you won't have time to be bored
Oh, the power and the passion Oh, the temper of the time Oh, the power and the passion Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line
Sunburned faces around, with skin so brown Smiling, zinc cream and crowds, Sundays the beach Never a cloud, breathing eucalypt, Pushing panel vans, stuff and munch junk food Laughing at the truth, 'cos' Gough was tough Til he hit the rough, hey Uncle Sam and John were quite enough
Too much of sunshine too much of sky It's just enough to make you wanna cry It's just enough to make you wanna cry
Oh, the power and the passion Oh, the temper of the time Oh, the power and the passion Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line
I see buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise Sydney, nights are warm Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn And Dad's so bad he lives in the pub, It's a underarms and football club A flat chat Pine Gap, in every home a Big Mac, And no one goes outback, that's that
You take what you get, you get what you please Better to die on your feet than to live on your knees It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees
Oh, the power and the passion Oh, the temper of the time Oh, the power and the passion Sometimes you've got to take the hardest lineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
