I, I was, I was shaken down in a toy town He, He's out there You know it's Kennedy's shadow from White Cross to Michigan ATM's, are in the air, oh yeah machines they are spinning out everywhere
The speaker is speaking Can you hear the sound The listener is listening as he hits the ground The medium or the message but there's no one around
I couldn't believe I couldn't believe the stars of Warburton were waiting for me
We were dancing, we were dancing on the plain We're looking through the window didn't see any buffalo there We got our pipe dreams, they went up in smoke dreams Burn it clean in the climate control, of your hypermark malls Don't wanna talk about Elvis Presley Don't wanna see his white shoes walking around And around and around over here The press baron's acting up the mainframes are down Newspapers crawling around on the ground The medium or the message still there's no one around
I couldn't believe I couldn't believe the stars of Warburton were waiting for me
Over the hills and mountains we go, so far, so far away For the ring of the axe on the ironbark, for the smell of the wallaby stew From the golden reefs to the sandstone cliffs Came the sheep of the Mallee plain The wind blew the soil to the Orient, we'll be shouting to the skies again
I couldn't believe I couldn't believe the stars of Warburton were waiting for me I couldn't believe I couldn't believe the stars of Warburton were living in me Raining down on me, were washing down on me
(Moginie/Garrett)
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 1990ECAD verificado obra #4037598 e fonograma #17636417 em 07/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM