Spirit of the Age
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There is an SOS of real distress, baby tears at the best address
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Ambulance chasers won't confess, sun comes up and you're stuck
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The ones and the zeros are flushing your pores,
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You've been flamed in the dark and you're feeling sore
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The dripfeed rattle lures the innocent cattle
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It is the only job in town
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Yeah I know Spirit of the Age is coming home
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Here it comes
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A 747 is landing on your head
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A hand reaches out and you find you're dead
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Scared of the tarot and scared of the score
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But you went in deep cos you needed more
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But Karma is a boomerang and here it comes again
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Feels like the country is a going round the bend
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Yeah I know Spirit of the Age is coming home
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There were a few blue singlets at the garage sale
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No-one was cheering at the treasures they were clearing
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Desperate fictions are in my book
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Howl of the dashboard culture that shook
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But Karma is a boomerang it's bound some down again
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Feels like the country is just a going round the bend
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Yeah I know spirit of the Age is coming home
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(J.Moginie/P.Garrett - Midnight Oil)
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Spirit of the Age
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Midnight Oil |