I've seen faces in the window I've seen faces in the street They talk and walk of nothing I've known many restless summons the sand dunes I imagine A place without a postcard Flower people were so beautiful but straight and louds the way Good luck the beatnik spirit The talk of politicians the sentences of cynics are the sentences of childhood They're all talking shit to me Outtalked by the mass media to pay the bills it lies And the lies we eat with breakfast Brave faces face the boardroom the oak stained walls Fall silent they leave lined with defeat And they got those tears in their eyes Well it makes no sense to me Why don't they understand we're so ordinary too I saw the exits closing now Pain and passions my point of view Well there's nothin like the truth I've seen men that have been marked out, ruled out by grim assassins They fell hard on instant replay And I'm never going tere well the place I see is so much better 'Cos it makes no sense to me I saw the exits closing now Burning mountains burning paper burning all around and eaten.
- Official Midnight Oil website
- Powderworks Group
- Powderworks Archive
- 2001 - 2004
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