| Song | Read About It - Remastered (Flat Chat) |
| Artist | Midnight Oil |
| Album | Flat Chat |
| 作词 : Garrett, Hirst, Moginie | |
| The rich get richer | |
| The poor get the picture | |
| The bombs never hit you when you're down so low | |
| Some got pollution | |
| Some revolution | |
| There must be some solution but I just don't know | |
| The bosses want decisions | |
| The workers need ambitions | |
| There won't be no collisions whey they move so slow | |
| Nothing ever happens | |
| Nothing ever matters | |
| No one ever tells me so what am I to know | |
| You wouldn't read about it | |
| Read about it | |
| Just another incredible scene | |
| There's no doubt about it | |
| The hammer and sickle | |
| The news is at a trickle | |
| The commisars are fickle but the stockpile grows | |
| Bombers keeping coming | |
| Engines softly humming | |
| The stars and stripes are running for their own big show | |
| Another little flare up | |
| Storm brewed in a tea cup | |
| Imagine any mix up and the lot would go | |
| Nothing ever happens | |
| Nothing ever matters | |
| No one ever tells me so what I am to know | |
| You wouldn't read about it | |
| Read about it | |
| One unjust, ridiculous steal | |
| Ain't no doubt about it | |
| You wouldn't read about it | |
| Read about it | |
| Just another particular deal | |
| There's no doubt about it |
| zuò cí : Garrett, Hirst, Moginie | |
| The rich get richer | |
| The poor get the picture | |
| The bombs never hit you when you' re down so low | |
| Some got pollution | |
| Some revolution | |
| There must be some solution but I just don' t know | |
| The bosses want decisions | |
| The workers need ambitions | |
| There won' t be no collisions whey they move so slow | |
| Nothing ever happens | |
| Nothing ever matters | |
| No one ever tells me so what am I to know | |
| You wouldn' t read about it | |
| Read about it | |
| Just another incredible scene | |
| There' s no doubt about it | |
| The hammer and sickle | |
| The news is at a trickle | |
| The commisars are fickle but the stockpile grows | |
| Bombers keeping coming | |
| Engines softly humming | |
| The stars and stripes are running for their own big show | |
| Another little flare up | |
| Storm brewed in a tea cup | |
| Imagine any mix up and the lot would go | |
| Nothing ever happens | |
| Nothing ever matters | |
| No one ever tells me so what I am to know | |
| You wouldn' t read about it | |
| Read about it | |
| One unjust, ridiculous steal | |
| Ain' t no doubt about it | |
| You wouldn' t read about it | |
| Read about it | |
| Just another particular deal | |
| There' s no doubt about it |