Peter Garrett 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 9 to 5
Took a 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
Across the mountain the weather men pray
Their private universe melting away
Led by the ignorant a habit of life
Father son mothеr daughter wake in fright
Gaia mother why can't thеy hear you see you love you feel 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
Lights come on the Swans blaze away seagull 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
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
Till the high tide turns on the blood moon night judgement day you're gonna wake in fright
