: Experience babe, kickin' stones and cans Experience babe, cigarette-stained hands It's not too late, hear it in the wind It's not too late, feel passion
: Carpet stained with my red wine I've been staring at the fire I keep looking at the time I'm waiting on you I can hear the howling wind Yes the sound
stand straight because my back's so bent Tell my secretary I ain't takin' any calls, And if you want to find me, just ask the boys... Down at the wall
anyway Fill all the big holes, leave no trace No sign of yesterday I was all the dishes and I clean up my place No sign of yesterday I stare at the photographs
: I can't get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations
a strange lady, she made me nervous She took me in and gave me breakfast And she said, "Do you come from a land down under? Where women glow and men
: Don't take the fire from your eyes Must make them feel the heat They build castles underground for the rich and politic elite Keep all the home fires
calling switch on the TV Sit and stare for hours and cheer Dennis Lillee Whoa-oh-oh-Whoa-oh-oh Through the de-restriction zone we pass a long wide load Laugh at
: Moving up and down and from side to side With so many things to do I want to go again I want another ride This time should see it through We never
s quiet when the tide's low Climbing up the cliffs You can see for miles far The boat that ran adrift Is sitting on the sandbar Laughing at the waves
: Jump down the shelters to get away The boys are cockin' up their guns Tell us general, is it party time? If it is can we all come Don't think that
: Skip de skip, up the road Off to school we go "Don't you be a bad boy Johnny Don't you slip up Or play the fool" "Oh no Ma, Oh no Da, I'll be your
: Wind is in the east Stare at us eyes in wonder Like beggars at a feast We can't even, count the number What you gonna do? Send them table scraps we
they can see in the night, And I feel no pain Metal heart and a metal brain, But something is wrong 'cause I still feel that signal coming in so I stand at
: Who can it be knocking at my door? Go 'way, don't come 'round here no more. Can't you see that it's late at night? I'm very tired, and I'm not feeling
this well laid plan This corridor seems to stretch for years ahead But patient hearts cannot match times steady tread Is this the threshold of a fantasy? Is there still life at
: Don't ask me to love my neighbour Cause I don't love the man Don't ask me for my favours I won't lend a hand And if I had real power Then I could disappear
