Tone Poem Midnight Oil

Like a heat wave breaking as you smell warm rain
We can fade away or start over again
In a high five season in a cut-price land
The southern cross don't shine on that invisible hand

Where will you live when the fields are falling?
Where will you live when the feedlot's calling?
Everybody standing in the treetops saying
Where will you live? where will you live?
Everyone doesn't have to beg or borrow
Were going to move into a new tomorrow
Where will you live? where will you live?

Invisible hand clutching at the throat
Statistical sham an emperor's rags, it's sad, it's so sad
Because equality's the only plea green fields are burning
The reefs on fire and bellies are swollen they're hurting
Willing victims? I dont think so
We won't be pinned against the wall
There is no slogan that can feed you

Where will you live when the fields are falling?
Where will you live when the feedlot's calling?
Everybody standing in the treetops saying
Where will you live? Where will you live?
Tearing up your ticket for the new Titanic
Heat haze refugee no-one panic