1.Fade
Time, is catching up on me again
Like an old friend, coming home again
There's a place, where it's easier to remember a face
So far away, everything changed
And I'm waiting for it to, come through the door, following you
I'm scared to go, but I can't seem to keep it all together
I will recognise you, and I'll always be looking for you,
Far away, in that place we've not been before and I'd say
The light is fading, walls are falling
Everyday, we move on from something
Far away, we're in the place we've not been before
2.Breakdown
I feel the need to get away, and find a code into the sun
The people that were turned away, have nowhere left to run
It's a polarised and subsidised government decision
Come and join us now boy be amongst the winners
The circle is a showdown, epicentre for the fiction
And the policies are for you, if you will be with us
They know what to say when, they know what to say now,
They know what to say, when they're falling down
We're heading for a breakdown, we're heading for a fall
A government shakedown, that's heading to the wall
To find today in sorrowed state, and a past that's given way,
To a rationale economy, with a lock above the gate
It's a polarised and subsidised government decision
Come and join us now boy be amongst the winners
The circle is a showdown, epicentre for the fiction
And the policies are for you, if you will be with us
They know what to say when, they know what to say now,
They know what to say, when they're falling down
We're heading for a breakdown, we're heading for a fall
A government shakedown, that's heading to the wall
Breakdown, shakedown, comedown, fall down
3.5 Am
Well it's 5am and I'm driving through to Alice once again
And the sun is coming up on my right
Ten long years of working 70 hour weeks,
And I've been working for the bank all my life
All this talk about foreign policy,
But the slightest rise in interest rates are fucking killing me
And on one fine day, when all the bills are paid
On one fine day, we can afford a holiday
And on one fine day, my boy is pulling at my sleeve saying
Dad, wont you kick the ball to me - and I'll smile
I've heard others say we carry this country,
But this rig owes me more than I can pay
And what gets me through an endless working week
Is all the lines, and the thought that some day
All this talk about foreign policy,
I'm just a working man, it means fuck all to me
And on one fine day, when all the bills are paid
On one fine day, we can afford a holiday
And on one fine day, my boy is pulling at my sleeve saying
Dad, wont you kick the ball to me - and I'll smile
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