Tell Me the Truth

                                  I believe we're crossing the great ravine

Still yearning half way a stranger

I believe in our multiplicty

Still part-blind no reason for anger

I believe we pull up our roots and retreat

A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra



Why don't you tell me the truth about you



Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene

Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation

Tyranny, crushing the young bird's seed

Hallowe'en's mate, short fuse of the banker



We're all spores but we're never eunuchs

Love's on the loose deflect the short tunic

And the cameras ruse

There's no judgement in ignorance I say



Some people tell me stories, wasting all my time

Some trying not receiving someone else's lies

It's my time, yes it's my time



(Moginie/Garrett)