Standing in the house of the founding fathers It's a house that's not been well looked after Now there's a fatal flaw in the mighty rafters There's a rule of law written by the cotton masters
I took my place at the Murray Darling chamber I saw no friendly face, I was a stranger There was a secret plan, a plan to hasten slowly There was a show of hands, and I was on my only
No other place on Earth No other place on Earth
What you see is an act of terror, the bush surrenders to the ball and chain As the world becomes one, the country comes undone High as the banks of the Darling River, dry as the bed of the inland sea As the world becomes one, the country comes undone
Hard as the rocks of the endless gibber Deep as the roots of the mallee tree As the world becomes one The country comes undone
All that's left is a tiny glimmer of the days when the river was running free As the world becomes one, the country comes undone
Who left the bag of idiots open? Who drank the bottle of bad ideas? Who drew the last drop from the bottom? Good people Good people are forgotten
Let's shake some truth out of the jar Let's kick the crooks out of the kitchen We'll tell some stories at the bar Good people Good people are forgotten
Sister Mary plays her mystery train In a town at the end of a railway line Sister Mary plays her mystery train In a town at the end of the railway line
So shake some truth out of the jar It's a battle of blurry edges There's a famine of compassion Good people Good people are forgotten Good people Good people are forgotten Good people Good people are forgotten
Good people are forgotten
Good people Good people are forgotten Good people Good people are forgotten Good people Good people are forgotten (Good people) Good people Good people are forgotten (Good people) Good people are forgottenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
