Lirieke: Powderfinger. Vulture Street. Roll Right By You.

Your gentle pace, it provides a rhythm
For the unwashed few of us
Lock and loaded past is a prison
For the crimes of the universe

Well are you in the situation
To decide whether you really care?
Now come on, you know that it's hard to complain
About the way you live

So please, don't let it roll right by you
Just think if the same thing happened to you

Would you be, would you be
Happy to walk in my shoes?
Would you be, would you be
Happy to walk in my shoes?

I'm already tired of your
Chronic compassion fatigue
The final turd in the dung heap
Of every post-modern disease

Well do you have the information
To decide whether you really care?
It's hard to believe you'd look me
In the eye and turn away again

So please, don't let it roll right by you
Just think if the same thing happened to you

Would you be, would you be
Happy to walk in my shoes?
Would you be, would you be
Happy to walk in my shoes?

So please, don't let it roll right by you
Just think if the same thing happened to you

Would you be, would you be
Happy to walk in my shoes?
Would you be, would you be
Happy to walk in my shoes?

Well are you in the situation
To decide whether you really care?
Well come on, you know that it's hard to complain
About the way you live
About the way you live

Are you in the situation?
Now come on, you know that it's hard to complain
About the way you live