1. Redneck Wonderland
2. Concrete
3. Cemetery In My Mind
4. Comfortable Place On The Couch
5. Safety Chain Blues
6. Return To Sender
7. Blot
8. The Great Gibber Plain
9. Seeing Is Believing
10. White Skin Black Heart
11. What Goes On
12. Drop In The Ocean

REDNECK WONDERLAND

I don't want to run I don't want to stay
Cos everything that's near and dear is old
And in the way
Emergency has gone, apathy rolling on
Time to take a stand
Redneck wonderland
Got you in my sights, spotlit by the fence
If it's love you're faking it's just common sense
Brick and tile for miles, rolling in the aisles
Rifle in my hand
Redneck wonderland
Well the streets are clean, nothing gets away
I can see the beauty treatment draining from
Your face
It is vision free, It's poor bugger me
Something less than grand
Redneck wonderland

CONCRETE

(Midnight Oil)
In the city the heart still whispers
Flaking metal a silent witness
There's chemical fields and cathode clouds
The milky way is emasculated as exhaust fans
And smart cards shrink wrap the coloured air
And send it coughing to eternity
We can see the bright light but we can't reach it
We are not afraid enough to call
Go back wrong way you cannot stay you cannot
Live here
Concrete you don't free my soul
In the city the sound is biting
Cement fingers they are clutching
The emissary of trash decorates the way
No wild acres you can see, yearning to breathe
Concrete you don't free my soul
Blackened hands and heart of steel,
No wish to consume, embellish, discard
And expire
Concrete you don't free my soul
Concrete you don't free my soul.

(Midnight Oil)
Locked in the mall in a state of fright
Looking for salvation in a car headlight
But you can't have what you can't buy
Tomorrow is better than yesterday
Tomorrow is better than today,
Tomorrow is better than yesterday they say
Cemetery in my mind
Cemetery in my mind
This must be my time
Wake work drink sleep retire
Tide comes up way too high
You can fall but can you rise
Cemetery in my mind, you can fall
But can you rise.  There's no pulse no sign
Of life, cemetery in my mind.

COMFORTABLE PLACE ON THE COUCH

(Midnight Oil)
Comfortable suburban home
Too afraid to go out on your own
Comfortable place on the couch
Nature's a stranger keep it out
Haul away
So you got coastline for fence
It could be your first line of defence
You'll never be ready for this
Ignorance is bliss haven't you heard
Haul away
Giv me your sermon on the mount
Give me your final account
Your house is so blissfully calm
I'll bury you down at the farm
Haul away
They say the truth is what you see
I know the truth is what you feel

SAFETY CHAIN BLUES

(Midnight Oil)
Hanging on like hell to the safety chain
Lifebuoy crash lands in a vale of tears
All the lovers are in retreat
On the edge of the nervous street
So deaf to the call of the wild
Deaf to the first born's whispering plea
Expanding frame the city is in heat
Burning at the edges of the lonely street
But I want to hold your precious head
I will not leave you nor pretend
I'm going to hold you to the end
Hey mama didn't know we'd end up here
The snapshot is all tiles and red walls
Down at the squatter's camps they cannot
Compete
The shepherd has been bound up by his hands
And his feet
Make love make peace make haste
It's a slow release
Great changes gonna carry you
Make love make peace make haste
It's a slow release
Great changes gonna carry you.

RETURN TO SENDER

(Midnight Oil)
Well I want to return to my sender
Well I want to return
There is so much that I can't remember
But there's so much to choose
We are laying the tracks for the company
Across all space and all time
Any insinkerator will remind you
What can happen to you
There's a billboard as high as a mountain
Neon lights up the hill
Cast no shadow and leave no traces
We are grist for the mill
Hold me control me into the arms we fall
Sugar the future sale of the century
Trying to turn the world around
Trying to turn the world around
I've come to turn your world around

BLOT

(Midnight Oil)
Welcome stranger listen in
The presumption of innocence was buried again
Carve up-selloff
Triumphalism gotta be a curse or even worse
It's inherited its recurring, oh God
I have walked I have swum I've hitchhiked and
I've run do you know what I mean
I have sat with my beer in the EH drive in do you
Know what I've seen
The triumphalist and narcissist are joined ear
And hip and phone
They're worshipping their chrome
Carve up-selloff
Some people speak with chainsaw tongue,
Some just golden arches smile
Some relish others suffering, some just run and hide
I have dreamed I have schemed I have made
Myself clean do you know what I mean
I have sat up and I have strayed got caught up 
And I prayed do you know what I've seen
The story's just the same but he ending
It can change
He wants to build a monument it's everlasting
In cement
It's cellular recombinant he is not lite
He will not die
Carve up-selloff
Gonna pick up all the pieces they're available
From species
With all the goat and all the sheep and all the
Human bits and pieces but he'll make you
Sign the releases - welcome -
In the year of the reign of the real citizen kane
Wilkommen, the squeeze is on, it's a falling
Down on thou & I

THE GREAT GIBBER PLAIN

(Midnight Oil)
From the great gibber plain
To the Indian ocean
From the stones at my feet
To my sawn off emotions
Already gone
We've already been
We're free free
To secede
From Gallipoli's cliffs
To the banks of the Thames
For those that are nameless
Does memory remain
How can we forget 
What's already been
We're free so free
To secede
Like crimson turniing to gold yeah
Like crimson turning to gold
Caught in the detail of losses and gains
You cannot abandon something so tame
It's already gone already been
We're free free so free
To secede

WHITE SKIN BLACK HEART

(Midnight Oil)
What are you gonna do now,
Now that you started
What are you gonna do now, now that it's done
The words got out there they're floating around
And coming right back down
Are you going to leave us lying here, dealing
With the consequences of a bad sound
What are you gonna do now,
Now that it's spoken
Words have a habit of not fading away
Our memory's clear conscience gets opened
Like a wound
If you can't conceive of better lines and better times then let silence bury you
In the end you will be condemned
You see the boston strangler on the freedom
Road you think the suffragettes got sunk a long
Long time ago, you spewed it out your spite was
Insecure it was like bile from the heights on the
Toilet floor, you were a nazi drunk you had
The rednecks roaring for blood and then they
Wanted more, your life was so small you couldn't
Get enough you made a start you didn't
Have to start white skin black heart white skin
Black heart

SEEING IS BELIEVING

(Midnight Oil)
I was asleep with both eyes open
Dream freeze sprinklers in the sun
Beer soaked mansions block the sky,
Dingos howl and white flags fly
The future's put on hold and you're still young
But I know seeing is believing
I can't believe what I'm seeing
I was crying with both eyes open
But now all is quiet on dripfeed lottery night
Curse the dugong, free the jet ski
Suckling babies at the eski
Invite the looters back the price is right

WHAT GOES ON

(Midnight Oil)
One things for sure that it's still the same
That young folk die from some noble aim
And they live so fast and they die so young
And we just keep wondering what the hell
Went wrong
Cost they live so fast but they die so young
And we just keep wonderingwhat goes on
What goes on
It's such a shame such a useless shame
That they  have to play such a hopeless game
And it makes me shake makes me shake with rage
For a wasted life for nothing gained
Cos they live so fast but they die so young
And we just keep wonderingwhat goes on
You got everything to live for
We got everything to live for
Ain't nothing I want to die for no nothing at all
But they live so fast and they die so young
And we just keep wondering

DROP IN THE OCEAN

(Midnight Oil)
Here comes the olive branch man
He'll press it any way he can
He tries so hard to understand
Here comes the tired statesman
Heavy lidded bearded nowhere left to land
He makes the jigsaw fit
With a hammer in his hand
It's just a drop in the ocean
Here comes the nightmare man
He's got the numbers bottom line and sleight
Of hand
He's smiling everywhere he can with feeling
For every fallen soldier every grain of sand
It's just a drop in the ocean