Edge of the World, Pt. 1

In the silence of our touch

Moves are sacred

What a pity that it won't be heard

We're all just a waste of good meat

In a godless world

Throw my carcass in a wheelie bin

And won't you send a nice message to my girl?

How can you smile you must be sick or mad

To stay on Earth

A dream of Escher, Kafka and

All seven sins of Perth

There hangs a chandelier

There go the 12 million sparks

Welcome to the polished steel room of earthly pleasures

Welcome to the dark

There's still a National Park across the waterfrom your parent's house

Would you give yourself a tombstone?

Would Cardinal Pail?

I don't even recognize my home

We're built on a layer of hell

And the sun will hang and wait for the next parade

And the echo of us will fade

Erase all traces of colonial past

We' ve been here the whole time

Just as long as the Woodside's fine

We fly out, we fly in

For three whole weeks of carnal sin

But the ice and the iron is wearing me thin

Lest we forget, lest we regret, our bloody past

How long can the boomtown last?