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
Capricornia, Capricornia, Capricornia don't walk away Show me to the back of your hand Capricornia don't leave me here Dying in the back of your land
Locked in the mall in a state of fright Looking for salvation in a car headlight But you can't have what you can't buy Tomorrow is better than yesterday
Cold, cold change, we were so excited But you came and went so soon A cold, cold change, we were not invited We smiled all the while we were taken in
In my shoes, in my shoes There is so much to remind me As the stars come out above me, home Cool wind, clear my head Bright sun grow my food Strong rain
Brought up in a world of changes Part time cleaner in a holiday flat I stare out to sea at the ships at night No anesthesia I'm going to work on it day
These are not dispassionate words of the cool The headline still rules the editor's a fool Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse And leave
I'm an innocent victim, I'm just like you We end up in home units with a brick wall view I can't believe the perfect families on my color TV If I don'
The Breakfast Creek Hotel is up for sale The last square mile of terra firma gaveled in the mail So farewell to the Norfolk Island pines No amount of
Comfortable suburban home Too afraid to go out on your own Comfortable place on the couch Nature's a stranger keep it out Haul away So you got coastline
softly falling, smoke way up high There's the contours of the mountains, the deserts and plains And a hurricane is blowing and it turns once again Now there's oil
By the time the luminous descent of the bright star unfolds And tablets of strange love are shattered and bruised By the time the oleander has fallen
In the city the heart still whispers Flaking metal a silent witness There's chemical fields and cathode clouds The milky way is emasculated as exhaust
Few of the sins of the father Are visited upon the son Hearts have been hard Hands have been clenched into fists too long Our sons need never be soldiers
It's 2 a.m. in Town Hall Station Black walls and sleeping drunks Are bad companions Ice is there, fear is there Everyone is nowhere, there's too much
There is a place we're coming to It is not green it is not blue I hope that you understand The devil was a dancing on the old foreshore Hitting up on
Well, I'm as old as the hills And young as the day That nobody sees things In quite the same way Computers and shovels Churches and brothels Mannequins
All the screens are filled with heroes and losers But the sky's still filled with stars And this junky palace might be on fire 'Til the winners lose desire