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I can hear the crowd roaring from the Paddington end Blowing up from the hills now on a warm west wind There was a blood moon in a pinkish sky Once in a lifetime wake in fright Punters had voted through 9 to 5 Took a Shane Warne bet on the meaning of life Soon to be camping at the water's edge Back where it all began crawling out slimy Across the mountain the weather men pray Their private universe melting away Led by the ignorant a habit of life Father son mothеr daughter wake in fright Gaia mother why can't thеy hear you see you love you feel you revere you Philosopher father they sent in the clowns the malls the churches prices are down There are limits to growth but no limits to envy Big bigger bust in the land of pretend plenty Lights come on the Swans blaze away seagull and leather between the white uprights Jaw dropping muscles and quick feet and hands The ump comes down to address the stands He says we're normally patching up bodies here boys and girls Now we're burying dreams Some saying it's the end of history some thinking it's a brand new scene You can feed on wishful thinking for only so long Winning streaks end the same way and they sing the same song Till the high tide turns on the blood moon night judgement day you're gonna wake in fright From Letras Mania