Australia - Live From The Lot

"Time to put the ear-covers on!" "No!"
 Born to multiply,
 Born to gaze into night skies
 All you want is one more Saturday
 But look here, until then
 They're gonna buy your life's time
 So keep your wick in the air
 And your feet in the fetters till the day
 We come in doing cartwheels.
 We all cut out by ourselves,
 And your shape on the dance floor
 Will have me thinking such filth I'll gouge my eyes.
 You'd be damned to be one of us girl,
 Faced with the dodo's conundrum:
 I felt like I could just fly
 But nothing happened every time I tried.
 A duotone on the wall
 The selfless fool who hoped he'd save us all
 Never dreamt of such sterile hands.
 You keep them folded in your lap,
 And raise them up to beg for scraps,
 You know, he's holding you down
 With the tips of his fingers just the same.
 Will you be pulled from the ocean,
 But just a minute too late?
 Or changed by a potion,
 We'll find a handsome young mate
 For you to love.
 You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes,
 You know you'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe's,
 Do it now or grow old
 Your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold!
 Been alone since you were twenty-one,
 You haven't laughed since January,
 You try and make like this is so much fun,
 But we know it to be quite contrary.
 Damned to be one of us, girl,
 Facing the android's conundrum,
 I felt like I should just cry,
 But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin,
 You're Himmler in your cote,
 You don't know how long I have been
 Watching the lantern dim,
 Starved of oxygen,
 So give me your hand
 And let's jump out the window.