Midnight Oil - Lucky Country Lyrics
Speed, and thisTheres a feeling I get when I look to the sunLove, its so toughCause it raises your hopes and then it makes you runWere all looking for a shorter dayWere all looking for an easy wayEven when the debts are dead and goneDown, the stairsAnd an eight mile drive waits for you to turn onHear, the time clocks singAnd the smoke in the distance reaches the eye lineWere all working on a shorter day...No conversation as you goTheres so much space the heat moves youTerracotta homes, backyard barbeque and eucalyptus smellIts fine on the clothes lineIts fast food and slow life and red roofMy silence, comic interruptionsSurely theres some relief from atomic artAnd the fragile state of world eventsWith clowns who love the kings and power and the mutant media babesWanking on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowersDont talk to me in this backyard - its clandestine, its nuclearSmell of space and now forever I wanna goStraight down the exit eight mile attractionU-turn is up and the time clock sings lets goLucky countryWhere the geckos are paid to live in the sunOn and on theres a ribbon of road and a mile to spareLucky countryLucky country(moginie/garrett/rotsey/hirst)
