Spirit of the Age



There is an SOS of real distress, baby tears at the best address

Ambulance chasers won't confess, sun comes up and you're stuck

The ones and the zeros are flushing your pores,

You've been flamed in the dark and you're feeling sore

The dripfeed rattle lures the innocent cattle

It is the only job in town



Yeah I know Spirit of the Age is coming home

Here it comes



A 747 is landing on your head

A hand reaches out and you find you're dead

Scared of the tarot and scared of the score

But you went in deep cos you needed more

But Karma is a boomerang and here it comes again

Feels like the country is a going round the bend



Yeah I know Spirit of the Age is coming home



There were a few blue singlets at the garage sale

No-one was cheering at the treasures they were clearing

Desperate fictions are in my book

Howl of the dashboard culture that shook

But Karma is a boomerang it's bound some down again 

Feels like the country is just a going round the bend



Yeah I know spirit of the Age is coming home



(J.Moginie/P.Garrett - Midnight Oil)