Well oh well I feel I'm in decay

John Laws is on the air again

It's heavy traffic, jacardandas, eye in sky and foot on ground

I see a million sand speck'd ants in mortal combat hand to hand

And I feel that I, yes I feel that I

Seem to live this life long distance gaze at the things surround me

People rolling in and out those circles and tides confound me

And there's just one thing, yes ther's just one thing

Who can stand in the way when there's a dollar to be made

I was hanging round off Dobroyd Point, when the first fleet chain sailed in

Looked into the clearest blue, the scurvy smell, the convicts cry

And we just carried on, yes we just carried on

Now choppers strafe the supermaket sky and people wonder why

chopping down tons of trees got seas of print not a soul can read say

Why do I drown you build brick boxes one by one now they block my sun

But it's metal on metal it's the dance of T.V.

If Christ were here he'd camera check he'd cry so loud the planes would stop

He'd cry so loud the earth would shake and men would fall in tinsel town

There's just one thing, yes there's just one thing

Who can stand in they way when there's a dollar to be made

Precious moments precious few

It's the joy of forgetting such a joy to forget

But we killed our first born and we slashed and we burned

And we sold off the paddocks and we raped and we gouged

On the wings of a six-pack will we ever learn