There'll be food on the table tonight There'll be pay in your pocket tonight
My gut is wrenched out it is crunched up and broken My life that is lived is no more than a token Who'll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why?
If I yell out at night there's a reply of blue silence The screen is no comfort I can't speak my sentence They blew the lights at heaven's gate and I don't know why
But if I work all day on the blue sky mine (There'll be food on the table tonight) Still I walk up and down on the blue sky mine (There'll be pay in your pocket tonight)
The candy store paupers lie to the shareholders They're crossing their fingers they pay the truth makers The balance sheet is breaking up the sky
So I'm caught at the junction still waiting for medicine The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine Hope the crumbs in my pocket can keep me for another night
And if the blue sky mining company won't come to my rescue If the sugar refining company won't save me
Who's gonna save me?
And some have sailed from a distant shore And the company takes what the company wants And nothing's as precious As a hole in the ground
Who's gonna save me? I pray that sense and reason brings us in Who's gonna save me? We've got nothing to fear
In the end the rain comes down Washes clean the streets of a blue sky town
Compositores: James Paul Moginie (James Moginie) (APRA), Martin Magnus Rotsey (Martin Rotsey) (APRA), Peter Roberts Garrett (Peter Garrett) (APRA), Robert George Hirst (Ghostwriter) (APRA), Wayne Stevens (APRA)Editor: Sprint MusicPublicado em 2007 (23/Out) e lançado em 2000ECAD verificado obra #4030315 e fonograma #1275123 em 07/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM