Speed and and this   There's a feeling I get when I look to the sun   Love it's so tough   'Cos it raises your hopes and then it makes you run      We're all looking for a shorter day   We're all looking for an easy way   Even when the debts are dead and gone      Down, down the stairs   And an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on   Hear the time clock sing   And the smoke in the distance reaches the eye line      We're all working on a shorter day   We're all looking for an easy way   Even when the debts are dead and gone      Even when the debts are dead and gone   Even when the debts are dead and gone      No conversation as you go   There's so much space the heat moves you   Terracotta homes, backyard barbecue and eucalyptus smell   It's fine on the clothes line   It's fast food and slow life and red roof      My silence, comic interruptions   Surely there's some relief from atomic art and the fragile state of world   Events with clowns who love the kings   And power and the mutant media babes   Working on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowers      Don't talk to me in this backyard, it's clandestine, it's nuclear.   Smell of space and now forever   I wanna go straight down the exit eight mile   Attraction u-turn is up and the time clock sings, let's go      Lucky country here, where the geckos are paid to live in the sun   On, on, on and on there's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare      Lucky country   Lucky country   Lucky country   ...