Song | Who Can Stand In The Way - Remastered Version |
Artist | Midnight Oil |
Album | Red Sails In The Sunset |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Garrett, Moginie | |
Well oh well i feel i'm in decay | |
John laws is on the air again | |
It's heavy traffic, jacarandas, eye in the sky and foot on ground | |
I see a million sand speck'd ants in mortal combat hand to hand | |
And i feel that i | |
Yes i feel that i | |
Seem to live this life long distance | |
Gaze at the things surround me | |
People rolling in and out | |
Those circles and tides confound me | |
And there's just one thing | |
Yes there's just one thing | |
Who can stand in the way | |
When there's a dollar to be made? | |
I was hanging round off dobroyd point | |
When the first fleet chain sailed in | |
Looked into the clearest blue | |
The scurvy smell, the convicts cry | |
And we just carried on, | |
Yes we just carried on | |
Now choppers strafe the supermarket sky | |
And people wonder why | |
Chopping down tons of trees | |
Got seas of print not a soul can read say | |
Why do i drown you build brick boxes | |
One by one now they block my sun | |
But it's metal on metal | |
It's the dance of tv | |
If christ were here he'd camera check | |
He'd cry so loud the planes would stop | |
He'd cry so loud the earth would shake | |
And men would fall in tinsel town | |
There's just one thing | |
Yes there's just one thing... | |
Who can stand in the way | |
When there's a dollar to be made? | |
Precious moments, precious few | |
When that dollar's more than me and you | |
It's the joy of forgetting, | |
Such a joy to forget | |
But we killed all our firstborn | |
And we slashed and we burned | |
And we sold off the paddocks | |
And we raped and we gouged | |
On the wings of a six-pack | |
Will we ever learn? | |
(moginie/garrett) |
zuo ci : Garrett, Moginie | |
Well oh well i feel i' m in decay | |
John laws is on the air again | |
It' s heavy traffic, jacarandas, eye in the sky and foot on ground | |
I see a million sand speck' d ants in mortal combat hand to hand | |
And i feel that i | |
Yes i feel that i | |
Seem to live this life long distance | |
Gaze at the things surround me | |
People rolling in and out | |
Those circles and tides confound me | |
And there' s just one thing | |
Yes there' s just one thing | |
Who can stand in the way | |
When there' s a dollar to be made? | |
I was hanging round off dobroyd point | |
When the first fleet chain sailed in | |
Looked into the clearest blue | |
The scurvy smell, the convicts cry | |
And we just carried on, | |
Yes we just carried on | |
Now choppers strafe the supermarket sky | |
And people wonder why | |
Chopping down tons of trees | |
Got seas of print not a soul can read say | |
Why do i drown you build brick boxes | |
One by one now they block my sun | |
But it' s metal on metal | |
It' s the dance of tv | |
If christ were here he' d camera check | |
He' d cry so loud the planes would stop | |
He' d cry so loud the earth would shake | |
And men would fall in tinsel town | |
There' s just one thing | |
Yes there' s just one thing... | |
Who can stand in the way | |
When there' s a dollar to be made? | |
Precious moments, precious few | |
When that dollar' s more than me and you | |
It' s the joy of forgetting, | |
Such a joy to forget | |
But we killed all our firstborn | |
And we slashed and we burned | |
And we sold off the paddocks | |
And we raped and we gouged | |
On the wings of a sixpack | |
Will we ever learn? | |
moginie garrett |
zuò cí : Garrett, Moginie | |
Well oh well i feel i' m in decay | |
John laws is on the air again | |
It' s heavy traffic, jacarandas, eye in the sky and foot on ground | |
I see a million sand speck' d ants in mortal combat hand to hand | |
And i feel that i | |
Yes i feel that i | |
Seem to live this life long distance | |
Gaze at the things surround me | |
People rolling in and out | |
Those circles and tides confound me | |
And there' s just one thing | |
Yes there' s just one thing | |
Who can stand in the way | |
When there' s a dollar to be made? | |
I was hanging round off dobroyd point | |
When the first fleet chain sailed in | |
Looked into the clearest blue | |
The scurvy smell, the convicts cry | |
And we just carried on, | |
Yes we just carried on | |
Now choppers strafe the supermarket sky | |
And people wonder why | |
Chopping down tons of trees | |
Got seas of print not a soul can read say | |
Why do i drown you build brick boxes | |
One by one now they block my sun | |
But it' s metal on metal | |
It' s the dance of tv | |
If christ were here he' d camera check | |
He' d cry so loud the planes would stop | |
He' d cry so loud the earth would shake | |
And men would fall in tinsel town | |
There' s just one thing | |
Yes there' s just one thing... | |
Who can stand in the way | |
When there' s a dollar to be made? | |
Precious moments, precious few | |
When that dollar' s more than me and you | |
It' s the joy of forgetting, | |
Such a joy to forget | |
But we killed all our firstborn | |
And we slashed and we burned | |
And we sold off the paddocks | |
And we raped and we gouged | |
On the wings of a sixpack | |
Will we ever learn? | |
moginie garrett |