Out where the river broke The blood wood and the desert oak Holden wrecks and boiling diesels Steam in forty five degrees The time has come To say fair
You're watching people fighting You're watching people losing on Armistice Day You're watching people fighting You're watching people losing on Armistice
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I don't wanna grow anything in my heart I don't want to write all these things in the sand I don't wish to listen and not understand And I don't want
From the bar to the bedroom I'm swimming in the neon Lighted pictures of a redhead, plastic coated hot on And sometimes when that mirror shows The smile
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I am gone, can't waste more time I said, not quite joking The fire has gone, the big trees stand The underground is smoking Remember nothing you've been
Must be time for a second chance I can't escape this basement flat Writer's cramp and claustrophobia Must be time for a second chance I can't escape
The fresh air, soft landing So good to be home This bruised world's got its beauty It's where I belong The sight of those green curves Quickens my heart
The southern aurora was late again As I waited at central to take you home Winking, spinning, sparkling lights on our flat earth You talked about the
You, the mothers who sent your sons Wipe away your tears For those who fought and those who fell Become our sons as well You the warriors with your words
You say times are tough We've got the best of both worlds here Things are rough We've got the best of both worlds here Times are tough We've got the best
In this city with no footpath there's a building with no people There is crime and gun decisions There's a street of heat and hawkers, there's a house
Hey, hey hey hey, there'll be food on the table tonight Hey, hey, hey hey, there'll be pay in your pocket tonight My gut is wrenched out it is crunched
Welcome stranger, listen in The presumption of innocence was buried again Carve up-sell off Triumphalism gotta be a curse or even worse It's inherited
Here comes the angel of death You may not remember her yet Concrete all over her face Child bride of the human race Until you see life in the forest
I've seen faces in the window I've seen faces in the street They walk and talk of nothing I've known many restless summers The sand dunes I imagine A
In the desert in the dry Before the breaking of the rain The temperature in the shade Had reached a hundred and ten again In the desert in the dry On
