Dear Peter Garrett
I see buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise. Sydney, nights are warm and daytime telly is still a blue rinse dawn and Dad's so bad he lives in the pub, it's a underarms and football club. A flat chat Pine Gap, in every home a Big Mac, And no one goes outback, that's that (unless they are intervening to make things better?)
You take what you get, you get what you please?
Is it still better to die on your feet than to live on your knees?
Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line? Or is it now sometimes you take the easiest line?
Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line.
Captain AR Pants Esq