Paddo
I can hear the crowd roaring
From the Paddington end
Blowing up from the hills now
On a warm west wind
There was a blood moon in a pinkish sky
Once in a lifetime, wake in fright
Punters had voted through nine to five
Made a (warning) Shane Warne bet on the meaning of life
Soon to be camping at the water's edge
Back where it all began, crawling out slimy
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Across the mountain, the weathermen prayed
Their private universe melting away
Led by the ignorant, a habit of life
Father, son, mother, daughter wake in fright
Gaia Mother, why can't they hear you, see you?
Love you, leave you, revere you?
Philosopher Father, they sent in the clowns
The malls, the churches, prices are down
There are limits to growth, but no limits to envy
Big-bigger bust in the land of Pretend Plenty, Pretend Plenty
Lights come on, the swans blaze away
Seagulls and leather between the white uprights
Jaw-dropping muscles and quick feet and hands
The ump comes down to address the stands
He says, "We're normally patching up bodies here, boys (and girls)
But now, we're burying dreams"
Some saying it's the end of history
Some thinking it's a brand-new scene
You can feed on wishful thinking for only so long
Winning streaks end the same way and they sing the same song
'Til the high tide turns on the blood moon night
Judgement Day, you're gonna wake in fright
Judgement Day, you're gonna wake in fright
Mother, Mother, why can't they hear you, see you?
Fear and love ya, revere you?
Philosopher Father, they sent in the clowns
The malls, the churches, everybody's down
There are limits to growth, but no limits to envy
Big-bigger bust in the land of Pretend Plenty, Pretend Plenty
There's no way through
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Gaia Mother, why can't they hear you, see you?
Love you, feel you, revere you?
Philosopher Father, they sent in the clowns
In the malls and the churches, everybody's down
There are limits to growth, but no limits to envy
Big-bigger bust in the land of Pretend Plenty
Pretending plenty
From the Paddington end
Blowing up from the hills now
On a warm west wind
There was a blood moon in a pinkish sky
Once in a lifetime, wake in fright
Punters had voted through nine to five
Made a (warning) Shane Warne bet on the meaning of life
Soon to be camping at the water's edge
Back where it all began, crawling out slimy
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Across the mountain, the weathermen prayed
Their private universe melting away
Led by the ignorant, a habit of life
Father, son, mother, daughter wake in fright
Gaia Mother, why can't they hear you, see you?
Love you, leave you, revere you?
Philosopher Father, they sent in the clowns
The malls, the churches, prices are down
There are limits to growth, but no limits to envy
Big-bigger bust in the land of Pretend Plenty, Pretend Plenty
Lights come on, the swans blaze away
Seagulls and leather between the white uprights
Jaw-dropping muscles and quick feet and hands
The ump comes down to address the stands
He says, "We're normally patching up bodies here, boys (and girls)
But now, we're burying dreams"
Some saying it's the end of history
Some thinking it's a brand-new scene
You can feed on wishful thinking for only so long
Winning streaks end the same way and they sing the same song
'Til the high tide turns on the blood moon night
Judgement Day, you're gonna wake in fright
Judgement Day, you're gonna wake in fright
Mother, Mother, why can't they hear you, see you?
Fear and love ya, revere you?
Philosopher Father, they sent in the clowns
The malls, the churches, everybody's down
There are limits to growth, but no limits to envy
Big-bigger bust in the land of Pretend Plenty, Pretend Plenty
There's no way through
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Gaia Mother, why can't they hear you, see you?
Love you, feel you, revere you?
Philosopher Father, they sent in the clowns
In the malls and the churches, everybody's down
There are limits to growth, but no limits to envy
Big-bigger bust in the land of Pretend Plenty
Pretending plenty
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Writer(s): Peter Garrett, Martin Rotsey
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