The people, wasting away, in paradise.
Going backwards, once in a while.
Taking your time. Give it a try.
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.
I see sunburnt faces around, with skin so brown.
Smiling. Zinc cream and crowds.
Sundays. The beach. Never a cloud.
Breathing eucalypt, and pushing panelvans..
Stuff and munch junk food, laughing at the truth.
'Cos Gough was tough till he hit the rough,
Hey! Uncle Sam and John were quite enough.
Too much of sunshine, too much of sky!
It's just enough to make you wanna cry!
It's just enough to make you wanna 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.
In Sydney, where the nights are warm,
Daytime telly, blue-rinse dawn.
And Dad's so bad he lives in the pub,
It's underarms and football clubs.
All 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 live on your knees!
It's better to die on your feet than 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.