| 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 |