Midnight Oil - Lucky country

Speed and this there's a feeling I get when I look to the sun
Love it's so tough 'cos it raises your hopes and then it makes you
run

We're all looking for a shorter day
We're 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 clock sing and the smoke in the distance reaches the
eye line
We're all working on a shorter day
We're all looking for an easy way
Even when the debts are dead and gone

No conversation as you got there's so much space the heat moves
you
Terracotta homes - backyard bar-b-q and eucalyptus smell
It's fine on the clothes line, it's fast food and slow life and
red roof
My silence - comic interruptions
Surely there's 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
Working on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowers
Don't talk to me in this backyard - it's clandestine, it's
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 let's go

Lucky country where the geckos are paid to live in the sun
On and on there's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare
Lucky country, lucky country
Speed and this there's a feeling I get when I look to the sun
Love it's so tough 'cos it raises your hopes and then it makes you
run

We're all looking for a shorter day
We're 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 clock sing and the smoke in the distance reaches the
eye line
We're all working on a shorter day
We're all looking for an easy way
Even when the debts are dead and gone

No conversation as you got there's so much space the heat moves
you
Terracotta homes - backyard bar-b-q and eucalyptus smell
It's fine on the clothes line, it's fast food and slow life and
red roof
My silence - comic interruptions
Surely there's 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
Working on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowers
Don't talk to me in this backyard - it's clandestine, it's
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 let's go

Lucky country where the geckos are paid to live in the sun
On and on there's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare
Lucky country, lucky country