Get up early every morning
The wardrobe's full of useless clothes
Just to put your make up on
The jackal pack is feeding
The motorway sweeps down
The council tries to bribe the rich
Your winter coats are gone
Just to stay in town
Ch:
Get me out
Get me out of this place Get me out of this trap
Get me out of my brain Ysidro down to Melbourne
The pressure starts to build
When you least expect they will
The bullets fly at random
Everybody feels guilty
I'm just surprised it doesn't happen every bloody day
So anyone can pay
Ch The temperature is rising So here come the nineties
I cannot seem to loose the stains
One world is rising,
When I wash my hands
One world is dying
And one has got it's precious head
Buried in the sand Ch.
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