Blot Midnight Oil

Welcome stranger listen in
The presumption of innocence was buried again
Welcome to the selloff
Triumphalism gotta be a curse or even worse
It's inherited it's recurring, oh God
Welcome to free trade

I have walked I have swum I've hitchhiked and I've run
Do you know what I mean?
I have sat with my beer in the EH drive in
Do you know what I've seen?

Lots of little bits of bacon lying in the laboratory

The triumphalist and narcissist are joined ear
And hip and phone
They're worshipping their chrome
I say welcome to sharp edges
Some people speak with chainsaw tongue
Some just golden arches smile
Some relish others' suffering, some just run and hide
Just relax

I have dreamed I have schemed I have made myself clean
Do you know what I mean?
I have sat I have strayed got caught up and I prayed
Do you know what I've seen?