| Song | Lucky Country |
| Artist | Midnight Oil |
| Album | Place Without a Postcard |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Garrett, Hirst, Moginie ... | |
| Speed, and this | |
| There's a feeling i get when i look to the sun | |
| Love, it's so tough | |
| Cause 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, the stairs | |
| And an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on | |
| Hear, the time clocks sing | |
| And the smoke in the distance reaches the eye line | |
| We're all working on a shorter day... | |
| No conversation as you go | |
| There's so much space the heat moves you | |
| Terracotta homes, backyard barbeque 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 | |
| Wanking 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 lets go | |
| Lucky country | |
| Where the geckos are paid to live in the sun | |
| On and on there's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare | |
| Lucky country | |
| Lucky country | |
| (moginie/garrett/rotsey/hirst) |
| zuo ci : Garrett, Hirst, Moginie ... | |
| Speed, and this | |
| There' s a feeling i get when i look to the sun | |
| Love, it' s so tough | |
| Cause 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, the stairs | |
| And an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on | |
| Hear, the time clocks sing | |
| And the smoke in the distance reaches the eye line | |
| We' re all working on a shorter day... | |
| No conversation as you go | |
| There' s so much space the heat moves you | |
| Terracotta homes, backyard barbeque 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 | |
| Wanking 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 | |
| Uturn is up and the time clock sings lets go | |
| Lucky country | |
| Where the geckos are paid to live in the sun | |
| On and on there' s a ribbon of road and a mile to spare | |
| Lucky country | |
| Lucky country | |
| moginie garrett rotsey hirst |
| zuò cí : Garrett, Hirst, Moginie ... | |
| Speed, and this | |
| There' s a feeling i get when i look to the sun | |
| Love, it' s so tough | |
| Cause 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, the stairs | |
| And an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on | |
| Hear, the time clocks sing | |
| And the smoke in the distance reaches the eye line | |
| We' re all working on a shorter day... | |
| No conversation as you go | |
| There' s so much space the heat moves you | |
| Terracotta homes, backyard barbeque 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 | |
| Wanking 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 | |
| Uturn is up and the time clock sings lets go | |
| Lucky country | |
| Where the geckos are paid to live in the sun | |
| On and on there' s a ribbon of road and a mile to spare | |
| Lucky country | |
| Lucky country | |
| moginie garrett rotsey hirst |