Power and the Passion

People, wasting away in paradise

Going backward, once in a while

Moving ahead, falling behind

What do you believe, what do you believe

What do you believe is true

Nothing they say makes a difference this way

Nothing they say will do

You take all the trouble that you can afford

At least you won't have time to be bored

At least you won't have time to be bored

Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time

Oh the power and the passion

Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line

Sunburnt faces around, with skin so brown

Smiling zinc cream and crowds, Sundays the beach never a cloud

Breathing eucalypt, pushing panel vans

Stuff and munch junk food

Laughing at the truth, cos Gough was tough til he hit the rough

Uncle Sam and John were quite enough

Too much of sunshine too much of sky

It's just enough to make you want to cry

It's just enough to make you want to cry

Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time

Oh the power and the passion

Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line

I see buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise

Sydney, nights are warm

Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn

Dad's so bad he lives in the pub, it's a underarms and football clubs

Flat chat, Pine Gap, in every home a Big Mac

And no one goes outback, that's that

You take what you get and get what you please

It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees

It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees

Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time

Oh the power and the passion

Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line