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A.O.
Children mustn't that we're living in a city that's built on bones
A.O.
All the army go, please this city before it explodes
A.O.
Here we here we go, it's a it's a feeling I can't control
A.O.
The children mustn't know this is only
only
Adults

Kookaburra in a tree unnamed
You can feel the sorrow, I can feel the
Coz there's no-one laughing round no more but he

I flew back to the on New Year's Day
Little plane tossed by a southerly
And when I outside the streets were clean

But I know deep down undiscovered
Past the bone of a town corrupted
Under creaking piers, iron cover
the concrete crime of a million lovers
Past strutting and swagger, coldest rubble
Past torn down of forgotten troubles
Through its ills and evils, past and ravings
Lies the dark soul of an emerald city, I

A.O.
Children mustn't that we're living in a city that's built on bones
A.O.
All the army go, please enjoy this city it explodes
A.O.
Here we here we go, it's a pity it's a I can't control
A.O.
The children mustn't this is adults only
Adults

Walking through the streets I can its sting
blue snakes screaming round this head I'm in
Keeps all the way to bed

And the time it sleeps to its dawn awake
City's dreams rang out a melody
"I finally recognize the tune," he

fears and fervour, past lies and secrets
Of ink stained, panic-stricken 5 heathens
Under storms of hell, through tropical
Excitement of the first of bushfire seasons
All those disasters, monuments to the masters
And the dog dealings of its backroom bastards
long lost dream, every failed endeavour
Every ice trail of a rum rebellion

Now I, these feelings of pity
Watching new years colours down on the city
Where our beaches suffer photo ops
To watch tourists get shot by cops
of kids with the toughest teeth
Still haunted by the visions of ink
Where little old ladies die afraid and
Now surrounded by yuppies small and coke, I

A.O.
Children mustn't know that we're in a city that's built on bones
A.O.
All the army go, please enjoy city before it explodes
A.O.
Here we we go, it's a pity it's a feeling I can't control
A.O.
The children mustn't know is adults only
only
Adults
only