like a heat wave breaking as you smell warm rain we can fade away or start over again in a high five season in a cut-price land the southern cross don't shine on that invisible hand
where will you live when the fields are falling where will you live when the feedlots calling everybody standing in a tree tops saying where will you live where will you live everybody doesn't have to beg or borrow we are going to move into a new tomorrow where will you live where will you live
invisible hand clutching at the throat statistical sham an emperor's rags its sad because equality's the only plea green fields are burning the reefs on fire and bellies are swollen they're hurting a willing victim I don't think so we won't be pinned against the wall there is no slogan that can feed you
where will you live when the fields are falling where will you live when the feedlots calling everybody's standing in a tree tops saying where will you live where will you live tearing up your ticket for the new titanic heat haze refugee no-one panic
where will we go when the water comes over where will you live where will you live take a big breath don't have to drown sorrow take a deep breath for a new tomorrow
the bow will break the cradle fall we won't be jammed up against the wall |
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