Midnight Oil Lyrics
Midnight Oil Lyrics
"Mountains of Burma Lyrics"
Little Kids (Ladytron Fruits Of The Forest Mix) Lyrics
Little kids playing in the park downtown. Someone's dad is watching from the side of the playground. I'm following my
Little kids playing in the park downtown. Someone's dad is watching from the side of the playground. I'm following my
The tucker box is empty now, the heart of Kelly's country cleared
The gangers on the southern line, like the steam trains have disappeared
Pelicans glide, miracles up in the sky
We vote for the government, with axes in his eyes
Mountains of B
Kerosene Lyrics
I need a new skin, an enemy to call a friend Just to lie one more time To steal my heart away, everything will be okayurma, the road to Mandalay
In the mountains of Burma, light years away, mountains of Burma
Will the sons of Solidarity, still march on May Day
And will the sisters of the seventies, still fight for equal pay
There's no on eon the Reeperbahn, no mo
We feed an economy, that's got blood on it's hands
Mountains of Burma...
Pack your bags full of guns and ammunition
Bills fall due for the industrial revolution
Scorch the earth till the earth surrenders
Soldiers of armies, storm empty fields
In a traveller's trance, on the way to the high frontier
Sleepwalkers stumble, cable cars run aground
Imaginary enemies, form high above the clouds
In the Mountains of Burma...
(Hirst)
I need a new skin, an enemy to call a friend Just to lie one more time To steal my heart away, everything will be okay
In the mountains of Burma, light years away, mountains of Burma
Will the sons of Solidarity, still march on May Day
And will the sisters of the seventies, still fight for equal pay
There's no on eon the Reeperbahn, no mo
Icicles Lyrics
Tonight I sing soft and low Just like the moon Over the snow I hear icicles falling in the dark We're ju
e blankets handed out for landTonight I sing soft and low Just like the moon Over the snow I hear icicles falling in the dark We're ju
We feed an economy, that's got blood on it's hands
Mountains of Burma...
Pack your bags full of guns and ammunition
Bills fall due for the industrial revolution
Scorch the earth till the earth surrenders
Entertainment Lyrics
sometimes i run all over the place punch myself in the head sometimes i run around the stage kick myself in the face<
sometimes i run all over the place punch myself in the head sometimes i run around the stage kick myself in the face<
Soldiers of armies, storm empty fields
In a traveller's trance, on the way to the high frontier
Sleepwalkers stumble, cable cars run aground
Imaginary enemies, form high above the clouds
In the Mountains of Burma...
(Hirst)