Get up early every morning

Just to put your make up on

The wardrobe's full of useless clothes

Your winter coats are gone

The jackal pack is feeding

The motorway sweeps down

The council tries to bribe the rich

Just to stay in town



Ch:

Get me out

Get me out of this place

Get me out of this trap

Get me out of my brain



Ysidro down to Melbourne

The pressure starts to build

The bullets fly at random

When you least expect they will

Everybody feels guilty

So anyone can pay

I'm just surprised it doesn't happen every bloody day



Ch



So here come the nineties

The temperature is rising

I cannot seem to loose the stains

When I wash my hands

One world is rising,

One world is dying

And one has got it's precious head

Buried in the sand



Ch