| Song | Poets And Slaves |
| Artist | Midnight Oil |
| Album | Capricornia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Moginie | |
| Here comes the mechanical sun | |
| working on the bones in the dry old creek bed | |
| mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it's dead | |
| the emerald silo is rusting from the inside. | |
| You want to run like the wind you'll never come here again | |
| you want a world you can save so c'mon you poets and slaves. | |
| Circus olympia pulls into town | |
| the dwarf and the fat man head out for beer | |
| there is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse | |
| tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries. | |
| You want to go down in flames you're gonna crash like the waves | |
| you can't remember your name so come on you poets and slaves. | |
| We got everything we need sugar and beef | |
| we got some good ideas | |
| we got the steering wheels and rolling stock too | |
| clouds came down low on the corn | |
| meat ants are gathering like storms | |
| somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries. | |
| You gotta you gotta you gotta | |
| c'mon you poets and slaves. | |
| You got to arrest the decay you're sinking down in the bay | |
| you can't remember your name c'mon you poets and slaves. | |
| You've got to count what you've made | |
| you're gonna pass like the days | |
| stop time and head for the stage. | |
| And c'mon you poets and slaves | |
| c'mon you poets and slaves. |
| zuo ci : Moginie | |
| Here comes the mechanical sun | |
| working on the bones in the dry old creek bed | |
| mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it' s dead | |
| the emerald silo is rusting from the inside. | |
| You want to run like the wind you' ll never come here again | |
| you want a world you can save so c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
| Circus olympia pulls into town | |
| the dwarf and the fat man head out for beer | |
| there is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse | |
| tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries. | |
| You want to go down in flames you' re gonna crash like the waves | |
| you can' t remember your name so come on you poets and slaves. | |
| We got everything we need sugar and beef | |
| we got some good ideas | |
| we got the steering wheels and rolling stock too | |
| clouds came down low on the corn | |
| meat ants are gathering like storms | |
| somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries. | |
| You gotta you gotta you gotta | |
| c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
| You got to arrest the decay you' re sinking down in the bay | |
| you can' t remember your name c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
| You' ve got to count what you' ve made | |
| you' re gonna pass like the days | |
| stop time and head for the stage. | |
| And c' mon you poets and slaves | |
| c' mon you poets and slaves. |
| zuò cí : Moginie | |
| Here comes the mechanical sun | |
| working on the bones in the dry old creek bed | |
| mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it' s dead | |
| the emerald silo is rusting from the inside. | |
| You want to run like the wind you' ll never come here again | |
| you want a world you can save so c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
| Circus olympia pulls into town | |
| the dwarf and the fat man head out for beer | |
| there is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse | |
| tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries. | |
| You want to go down in flames you' re gonna crash like the waves | |
| you can' t remember your name so come on you poets and slaves. | |
| We got everything we need sugar and beef | |
| we got some good ideas | |
| we got the steering wheels and rolling stock too | |
| clouds came down low on the corn | |
| meat ants are gathering like storms | |
| somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries. | |
| You gotta you gotta you gotta | |
| c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
| You got to arrest the decay you' re sinking down in the bay | |
| you can' t remember your name c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
| You' ve got to count what you' ve made | |
| you' re gonna pass like the days | |
| stop time and head for the stage. | |
| And c' mon you poets and slaves | |
| c' mon you poets and slaves. |