Catch the sun On a tram to Essendon See the red sunset go down behind the bridge Hear the hum Of everyone on their way home Half a pack of cigarettes
Festival season is here The hippies all smoke pot, but I just drink beer The kids all flip biscuits and stay up all night But we're in bed early because
Every building has a floor, every nation has a past Each person has a journey, each direction has a path Every people has a champion, a patriot, a fight
all hell had been unleashed (they say) Rebels are we, and we'll burn in anarchy our bones will go to hell but our souls will be set free. Walls and
At the first light if the sun they were waiting makers of the movement when the flag takes the breeze. The drums of an army they are beating and the
hands and tailor made shoes, with a four hour trip to the city each june for a size fourteen is the sound, of a man who's feet are firmly set on the
We will ride on these oceans of blue For its all we've ever known to do So we will ride on these oceans of blue Hell hath no fury like a storm from the
A soldier stands outside a gate, a barbed wire fence, to protect a foreign land from itself And bombs of the west rain down on a city where a family with
All the truth and lies, Open your eyes Hot sun is burning, for years on this sacred ground And the wheels are turning, pulling the inside out There'
A million miles for every year that you went away, a thousand long winters to know where you lay. I barely remember the soldier that left me, alone
Hobart Town, winter time grey buildings look like icebergs by the ocean Summer time a cool south wind, keeps a mind from melting Ships roll in through
in line prospective mutiny Seven years of transportation and slavery Breaking these chains, walking the bay Day into months, weeks into years watching the world go
Burn, Burn, the fire in his eyes The step to take a million miles moving with the times All the cheer, and drinking beer on April 25 Of how he danced
It may have been Camelot for Jack and Jacqueline But on the Che Guevara highway filling up with gasoline Fidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who
He said 'tonight I drink with you my friends, It's a moment in time and it won't happen again, Years of these wages, pissed against the wall And tomorrow
own, but well always, always recall. Ready, set, go, were waiting for the, Ready, set, go, were waiting for the, Ready, set, go, were waiting for the, Ready, set, go
day Another way to get through the day Drinkin' up the dregs Of all the beer bottles Of last night's party Cause I don't wanna go down To the hook-up
Peter lost another job today He showed up drunk and forty minutes late It was his last mistake Peter drank all through the day Another drink to numb the