Lucky Country

Speed

And

And this

There's a feeling I get when I look to the sun

Love

It's so tough

'Cause 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

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

We're all working on a shorter day

We're all looking for an easy way

Even when the debts are dead and gone

Even when the debts are dead and gone

Even when the debts are dead and gone

No conversation as you go

There's so much space the heat moves you

Terra-cotta homes

Backyard barbecue 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 the 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

Don't talk to me in this backyard

It's clandestine, it's nuclear smell of space and now forever, I wanna go

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

On and on

There's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare

Small talk, small talk

Lucky country

Lucky country

Lucky country

Lucky country...