Текст песни Last Frontier - Midnight Oil
                                                Barry 
                                                said 
                                                his 
                                                last 
                                                goodbye
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                doomsday 
                                                warriors
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                set 
                                                off 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                bay
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                could 
                                                sniff 
                                                the 
                                                salty 
                                                scented 
                                                sea
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                kicked 
                                                the 
                                                backside 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                teeve
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sky 
                                                was 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                darkening 
                                                frame
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                crowds 
                                                trampling 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                midden 
                                                shells
 
                                    
                                
                                                Buried 
                                                underneath 
                                                the 
                                                carpark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                people 
                                                danced 
                                                and 
                                                sang
 
                                    
                                
                                                He'd 
                                                been 
                                                pedaling 
                                                hard 
                                                for 
                                                most 
                                                his 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                he 
                                                could 
                                                hardly 
                                                reason 
                                                why
 
                                    
                                
                                                Quick 
                                                bucks 
                                                flats 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                line 
                                                of 
                                                sight
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                were 
                                                grey 
                                                daisies 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                stars 
                                                snuffed 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                sight
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                called 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                you 
                                                really 
                                                hear 
                                                what 
                                                you're 
                                                saying?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                strange 
                                                gods 
                                                to 
                                                whom 
                                                you 
                                                keep 
                                                praying?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                soul, 
                                                the 
                                                substance 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                whole
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you're 
                                                living 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                last 
                                                frontier 
                                                every 
                                                day?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Escape 
                                                at 
                                                one 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                clock 
                                                ran 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                Google 
                                                centred 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                industry 
                                                of 
                                                schadenfreude
 
                                    
                                
                                                Had 
                                                filled 
                                                the 
                                                harbour 
                                                with 
                                                warm 
                                                beer
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                they 
                                                were 
                                                grazing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                stalls
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                faces 
                                                filled 
                                                with 
                                                false 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                says, 
                                                "I'm 
                                                getting 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                Off 
                                                to 
                                                that 
                                                last 
                                                frontier"
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                calling 
                                                out 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                pays 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                debts 
                                                we're 
                                                creating?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                fixes 
                                                the 
                                                messes 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                keep 
                                                making?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                soul, 
                                                the 
                                                substance 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                whole
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you're 
                                                living 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                last 
                                                frontier 
                                                every 
                                                day?
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                says
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                you 
                                                really 
                                                hear 
                                                what 
                                                you're 
                                                saying?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                strange 
                                                gods 
                                                to 
                                                whom 
                                                you 
                                                keep 
                                                praying?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                soul, 
                                                the 
                                                substance 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                whole
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you're 
                                                living 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                last 
                                                frontier 
                                                every 
                                                day?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Call 
                                                it 
                                                out 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                pays 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                debts 
                                                we're 
                                                creating? 
                                                (I 
                                                wonder)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                fixes 
                                                the 
                                                messes 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                keep 
                                                making?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                soul, 
                                                the 
                                                substance 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                whole
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you're 
                                                living 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                last 
                                                frontier 
                                                every 
                                                day?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                you 
                                                really 
                                                hear 
                                                what 
                                                you're 
                                                saying?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                mends 
                                                all 
                                                those 
                                                hearts 
                                                that 
                                                keep 
                                                breaking?
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                where 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                soul, 
                                                the 
                                                substance 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                whole
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you're 
                                                living 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                last 
                                                frontier?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Desire 
                                                tangled 
                                                up 
                                                with 
                                                fear
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                talking 
                                                points 
                                                no 
                                                longer 
                                                clear 
                                                anyway
 
                                    
                                
                                                Anyway, 
                                                anyway
 
                                    
                                
                                                Na-na-na-na-na-na
 
                                    
                                
                                                Anyway
 
                                    
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