Tekstovi: Midnight Oil. Lucky Country.

Speed and and this
There's a feeling I get when I look to the sun
Love it's so tough
'Cos it raises your hopes and then it makes you run

We're all looking for a shorter day
We're all looking for an easy way
Even when the debts are dead and gone

Down, down the stairs
And an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on
Hear the time clock sing
And the smoke in the distance reaches the eye line

We're all working on a shorter day
We're all looking for an easy way
Even when the debts are dead and gone

Even when the debts are dead and gone
Even when the debts are dead and gone

No conversation as you go
There's so much space the heat moves you
Terracotta homes, backyard barbecue and eucalyptus smell
It's fine on the clothes line
It's fast food and slow life and red roof

My silence, comic interruptions
Surely there's some relief from atomic art and the fragile state of world
Events with clowns who love the kings
And power and the mutant media babes
Working on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowers

Don't talk to me in this backyard, it's clandestine, it's nuclear.
Smell of space and now forever
I wanna go straight down the exit eight mile
Attraction u-turn is up and the time clock sings, let's go

Lucky country here, where the geckos are paid to live in the sun
On, on, on and on there's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare

Lucky country
Lucky country
Lucky country
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