
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?