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Spirit of the Age |
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There is an SOS of real distress, baby tears at the best address |
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Ambulance chasers won't confess, sun comes up and you're stuck |
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The ones and the zeros are flushing your pores, |
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You've been flamed in the dark and you're feeling sore |
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The dripfeed rattle lures the innocent cattle |
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It is the only job in town |
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Yeah I know Spirit of the Age is coming home |
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Here it comes |
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A 747 is landing on your head |
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A hand reaches out and you find you're dead |
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Scared of the tarot and scared of the score |
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But you went in deep cos you needed more |
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But Karma is a boomerang and here it comes again |
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Feels like the country is a going round the bend |
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Yeah I know Spirit of the Age is coming home |
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There were a few blue singlets at the garage sale |
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No-one was cheering at the treasures they were clearing |
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Desperate fictions are in my book |
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Howl of the dashboard culture that shook |
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But Karma is a boomerang it's bound some down again |
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Feels like the country is just a going round the bend |
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Yeah I know spirit of the Age is coming home |
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(J.Moginie/P.Garrett - Midnight Oil) |