Poets And Slaves

Here comes the mechanical sun Working on the bones in the dry old creek bed Mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it's dead The emerald silo is rusting from the inside. You want to run like the wind you'll never come here again You want a world you can save so c'mon you poets and slaves. Circus olympia pulls into town The dwarf and the fat man head out for beer There is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse Tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries. You want to go down in flames you're gonna crash like the waves You can't remember your name so come on you poets and slaves. We got everything we need sugar and beef We got some good ideas We got the steering wheels and rolling stock too Clouds came down low on the corn Meat ants are gathering like storms Somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries. You gotta you gotta you gotta C'mon you poets and slaves. You got to arrest the decay you're sinking down in the bay You can't remember your name c'mon you poets and slaves. You've got to count what you've made You're gonna pass like the days Stop time and head for the stage. And c'mon you poets and slaves C'mon you poets and slaves. --- Poets and Slaves - Midnight Oil