W - Hirst/Moginie/Garrett



People, wasting away in paradise

Going backward, once in a while

Moving ahead, falling behind

What do you believe

What do you believe

What do you believe is true



Nothing they say makes a difference this way

'Cos nothing they say will do

Take all the trouble that you can afford

At least you won't have time to be bored



Oh the power and the passion

Oh the temper of the time

Oh the power and the passion

Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line

I see sunburnt faces around

With skin so brown

Smiling zinc cream and crows

Sundays the beach never a cloud

Breathing eucalypt, pushing panelvans, stuff and munch junk food

Laughing at the truth, 'cos Gough was tough till he hit the rough

Uncle Sam and John were quite enough

Too much of sunshine too much of sky

It's enough to make you wanna cry



I see buildings, clothing the sky in paradise

Sydney, where the nights are warm

Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn

Dad's so bad he lives in a pub, underarms and football clubs

Flat chat, Pin Gap in every home a Big Mac

And no one goes back, that's that

You take what you get and get what you please

It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees