Lyrics F-111 - Cold Chisel

The birds fly up as I pull into town
A desert storm as the sun goes down
Park the bike on holy ground
The temple by the store
The temple priests are pretty shot
Jimson weed and thanks a lot
Crazy abbot, gotta stop
Put my guns down, by the door

F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all

A virgin in the window
Pynchon in the rectory
A lotta chanting 'round the room
Of things in history
People sellin' stocks and shares
Looting that was never theirs
And chokin' on the subway stairs
To cheat their destiny

F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all

The storeman asked me once
To leave my barter on the table
Another methane cylinder
Another roll of cable
I'm in two minds to stay the night
Or leave this town behind
Far behind

F-111, F-111
F-111, F-111

Lotta systems in the ground
Used to be connected
A lotta fragments floating 'round
Yet to be collected

F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
Well F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all