blind curve The engine oil purr lights flash to a blur Speed work through the earth make your motor go scurrr Tonight at noon watch a bad moon rising
s told of a hearty group of men it's a tale of their triumphs and their woes. Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern worker's struggle that inspires men
obsolete. At night, I walk and talk on the street, the midnight rambler. Ive been waiting for four long years, buried in the sand Under the shade of
we are denied the chance of ever being truly free. The terrible inequalities of the peoples of this earth Make freedom at best a dream, at worst an insulting
'm fuckin at you dude, with the attitude of dynamite with fire at the fuse Listen, man I'm from the slums of the land down under the ground Thats under
tempt me Because I come from the land of plenty?" And he said, "Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah) Where women glow and men plunder
hustle regardless Changin my number nigga the streets steady callin, but Moneys my target, nobodys flawless Step in my building still got the work under
them at Lou's lawn Headquarters, of the Zoo, what part, wasn't reviewed Or didn't you understand I'm drillin niggaz back under the surface of the land
a my language?" He just smiled at me and gave me a Vegemite sandwich And he said, "I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder
the jagged grey surface of Kranos. Then the lights of the spaceport came into sight. The ship softly touched down. The lift started to move the platform down
Then i would be a rich man I had to stop and think and said if dirt were dollars Then the men on top would be even richer from the dirt That they drew in the land
