Speed, and this
Theres a feeling I get when I look to the sun
Love, its so tough
Cause it raises your hopes and then it makes you run

Were all looking for a shorter day
Were all looking for an easy way
Even when the debts are dead and gone

Down, the stairs
And an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on
Hear, the time clocks sing
And the smoke in the distance reaches the eye line

Were all working on a shorter day...

No conversation as you go
Theres so much space the heat moves you
Terracotta homes, backyard barbeque and eucalyptus smell
Its fine on the clothes line
Its fast food and slow life and red roof
My silence, comic interruptions
Surely theres some relief from atomic art
And the fragile state of world events
With clowns who love the kings and power and the mutant media babes
Wanking on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowers
Dont talk to me in this backyard - its clandestine, its nuclear
Smell of space and now forever I wanna go
Straight down the exit eight mile attraction
U-turn is up and the time clock sings lets go

Lucky country
Where the geckos are paid to live in the sun
On and on theres a ribbon of road and a mile to spare
Lucky country
Lucky country

(moginie/garrett/rotsey/hirst)

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