Well oh well I feel I'm in decay John Laws is on the air again It's heavy traffic, jacardandas, eye in sky and foot on ground I see a million sand speck'd ants in mortal combat hand to hand And I feel that I, yes I feel that I Seem to live this life long distance gaze at the things surround me People rolling in and out those circles and tides confound me And there's just one thing, yes ther's just one thing
Who can stand in the way when there's a dollar to be made
I was hanging round off Dobroyd Point, when the first fleet chain sailed in Looked into the clearest blue, the scurvy smell, the convicts cry And we just carried on, yes we just carried on Now choppers strafe the supermaket sky and people wonder why chopping down tons of trees got seas of print not a soul can read say Why do I drown you build brick boxes one by one now they block my sun But it's metal on metal it's the dance of T.V. If Christ were here he'd camera check he'd cry so loud the planes would stop He'd cry so loud the earth would shake and men would fall in tinsel town There's just one thing, yes there's just one thing
Who can stand in they way when there's a dollar to be made Precious moments precious few It's the joy of forgetting such a joy to forget But we killed our first born and we slashed and we burned And we sold off the paddocks and we raped and we gouged On the wings of a six-pack will we ever learn Well oh well I feel I'm in decay John Laws is on the air again It's heavy traffic, jacardandas, eye in sky and foot on ground I see a million sand speck'd ants in mortal combat hand to hand And I feel that I, yes I feel that I Seem to live this life long distance gaze at the things surround me People rolling in and out those circles and tides confound me And there's just one thing, yes ther's just one thing
Who can stand in the way when there's a dollar to be made
I was hanging round off Dobroyd Point, when the first fleet chain sailed in Looked into the clearest blue, the scurvy smell, the convicts cry And we just carried on, yes we just carried on Now choppers strafe the supermaket sky and people wonder why chopping down tons of trees got seas of print not a soul can read say Why do I drown you build brick boxes one by one now they block my sun But it's metal on metal it's the dance of T.V. If Christ were here he'd camera check he'd cry so loud the planes would stop He'd cry so loud the earth would shake and men would fall in tinsel town There's just one thing, yes there's just one thing
Who can stand in they way when there's a dollar to be made Precious moments precious few It's the joy of forgetting such a joy to forget But we killed our first born and we slashed and we burned And we sold off the paddocks and we raped and we gouged On the wings of a six-pack will we ever learnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
