Tytuł: Spirit of the age

• Wykonawca: Midnight Oil
• Wyświetleń: 242

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