You come home broken
Bruised on the inside
Nothing left
Dead-eyed, dazed and confused
You’re working for the man
To play with Uncle Sam
Cost ten grand for your band
That’s a hand ya gonna lose
Well, the saints were stranded
Lindy, grant and Robert
Had to go between
Just to be heard
Australians in London
Making do with nothing
Oh, yeah, the wide open road
What I got and what I don’t gotta
Our giant’s have to bend
Just to make the ends meet
Let’s hope Uncle Archie
Can pay the rent
Tyranny of distance
Proving our existence
Buried country culture’s shallow grave
On this fatal shore
Forgotten and ignored
Crabs in a bucket
Maggots in a sore
We’re all from down under
Where no-one hears our thunder
Signing shitty deals just to make it work
What I got and what I don’t gotta do
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