Shakers And Movers

Won't you come down the line

Away from barren ground

The harlot and the autocrat

Are they driving you further down

The season's rhymes, they anchor me

Against the raging tide

Take you to the last wild place

Skin and the stars they embrace

A caveman could a saint become

In a hospital ward on the Somme

We can dive into distant amoebas

Our wings could melt in the sun

I can shake

I can move

But I can't live without your love

I can break

Over you

But I can't live without your love

Our poet Henry Lawson he named them

The lay'em out brigade

Here they come there they go

Oh great god of development

Don't really know you yet

Coastline hosed down washed away

Economics, now there's nothing left

Tomorrow's child takes concrete footsteps

And they'll drink champagne or be damned

And the storm is breaking now

Yeah the storm is breaking now

Yes the storm is crashing down

I can shake...

Our blood vessels go sailing, galaxies away

You know today's bushfire is tomorrow's inferno

As rags to riches becomes the public spear

Watching out down the street as other people start coming down

I can see that they're smiling

And that's something to be proud of

And they say it's late, but you know it's never too late

And they say it's late, but you know it's never too late

Never too late

Never too late...