who can stand in the way

Midnight Oil

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