Buy a litre of Fabulon Dare we spray down In the scorched trail of a Sunbream iron Paint your face with Revlon To hide your frown In the blue gloam glare
The faces in the photograph have faded And I can't believe he looks so much like me For it's been ten years today Since I left for Old Cork Station Sayin
Joe spoke no english but he had a dream And he saved up most of his pay To bring his wife and six kids from Lebanon And settle down here to stay You
've been to Bali too Wired home for money, short of cash A dose of Bali belly and a tropical rash Daddy came through - American Express Bali t-shirts, magic mushrooms, Redgum
The axe is swift and reckless Feel the grain, split it wide Cut away to build the mansions Of banks and boards in distant hands The axeman looks to the
White door, ninth floor, silent number, it's autumn on a cold avenue Telex intercept, he sips a cigarette, warms up his V.D.U. He gets his kicks from
There's a corrugated highway Leading north from Port Augusta lined with ratted cars that didn't rate a tow The Salt plains out of Pimba And your eyes
The rivers are dry across the land and the farmers fields have turned to sand 'Cause the rain hasn't come for two years going on three The topsoil's gone
Mother and child playing on the lawn It's a middle class home on a Sunday morning And the mother says, son, where ya gonna run Where ya gonna run to now
Eighteen-hundred & 78 was the year I remeber so well they put my father in an early grave and slung my mother in gaol now I don't know whats right or
Mum and Dad and Danny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal It was a long march from cadets The sixth battalion was the next to tour and it was me
