Texty:
Midnight Oil Is It Now

Vinyl floor and sliding doors, nothing more Lost the thread of conversation, sentence fails and engine roars No recall, blindfold to the stairs Is it now? Is it now

call it shit. All I know is I'm about to hit the wall, If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits. This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it

'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars Now, here come the rhythm, style that's moist Now, it's up from the Hell with the olive oil voice Now

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

straight from the bottle not the cup, And it gets us more than just fucked uuuuup... And I like it yall.. ..like it yall... Like it yall... ...like it yall. Scoob lover, won't you hype it

This levy is gonna break This levy is gonna break This levy is gonna break This levy is gonna break This levy is gonna break This levy is gonna break This levy is

wounded pride is burning you up Burning up on midnight oil And it's come right back on you Freedom overspill, freedom overspill You're sounding good to me now

treasures. Foolsa?? gold. Too cold. Breaking down, pouring a new mold. Might spoil. Wrap it in a skin tight foil. Screws turnina??. Burnina?? the midnight oil

it's pop Flypaper, do it again, do it again Do it again, can he do it again? Do it again, do it again Do it again, can we do it? Yeah, you see it everyday