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A.O.

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Children mustn't know that we're living in a city that's built on bones
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All the army goes 'please enjoy this city before it explodes'
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Here we here we go it's a pity it's a feeling I can't control
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The children mustn't know this is adults only
Adults only * 2


Kookaburra sits in a tree I named
You can feel the sorrow I can feel the shame
Because there's no-one laughing round here no more but he

I flew back to the coast on new years day
Little plane tossed around by a southerly
And when I stepped outside the streets were clean

But I know deep down
Lies undiscovered
Hass the bone foundation of a town corrupted
Under creaking piers
Under iron cover
Pass the concrete crown of a million lovers
Pass strutting it swagger
Under coreless rubble
Pass torn down shanties of forgotten troubles
Through its ills and evils
Pass rants and ravings
Lies the cold dark soul of an emerald city, I

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Walking through the streets I can feel its sting
Metal blue snakes screaming round this head I'm in
Keeps railing all the way to bed

And from the time it sleeps to its dawn awake
Citiy's dreams rang out like a melody
“I finally recognise the tune” he said

Through fears and fervour
Pass lies and secrets
Of ink stain panic stricken 5 star heathens
Under storms of hell
Through tropical fevers
Excitement of the first days of bushfire seasons
All this planning disasters
Monuments to the masters
And the dog dark dealings of its backroom bastards
Every long lost dream
Every failed endeavour
Every ice beer trail of a rum rebellion

Now I, huddle these feelings of pity
Watching new years colours rain down on the city
Where on beautiful beaches suffer photo ops
To watch schizophrenic tourists get shot by cops
Generation of kids with the toughest teeth
Still haunted by the visions of shocking ink
Where little old ladies die afraid and alone
Now surrounded by yuppies small bars and coke, I

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