Load up the covered wagons

The children and their clothes

We're heading to where the sun sets

The whole town's on the move

The breeze drew seeds and summer

Enough breath to catch the warm scent

The distant hazy sun grew dimmer

Goodbye Mr MacKenzie

Were taking the final stagecoach

Rocket, train and boat

We've emptied all the buildings

And haven't left a note

I hear my breath amid the quiet

I must be the last man on this planet

Goodbye Mr MacKenzie

This is God speaking

The sun must come down

This is God saying

You must turn around

He was a preacher in the village

She was a teacher in the town

Into the city went all their little babies

To rip up the walls

And tear the ceiling down

In Goodwill City

The nights are long

In Goodwill City

We know no wrong

We were the first to embrace the virus

We'll be the first to hit the ground

For all us lucky sixties babies

They'll shore up the walls

And nail the ceiling down

In Goodwill City

From the sidewalks

They bring the virus

Into all walks

Here come the funeral cars

Here come the funeral cars

Numbers up

The smokers have gone

The drinkers have gone

Only the macrobiotics live on

Down, they'll put us down

Bring us down

Nail us down

Mail us out

To an oil rig

Going down to an oil rig

Sailing out to an oil rig

Moving out to an oil rig

Goodwill City

We're from Goodwill City

It's an international Goodwill City

I used to love her

And love her

And love her

But it's all over now

Yeah, it's all over now

It's all over now

Found a new place to dwell

I came for a piece of the action

I came for a taste of the freedom

I came for satisfaction

But its all over now

Yeah, its all over now

Johnny, Johnny

Tracey, Tracey

I said I'm no toy

I'm your twenty-first century boy  

Wrapped up in paper and words

This girl is on show

Say doctors what a specimen

Say girlfriends what a mess

She's on show

And father's eyes bulge

And faces screw up

Shes on show

And candles all burn

Licking the inches on show

Candlestick Park

Just one page away

The strong boys attack

Its a nations virility

Going for goal

So that dad can say

Mother we won

And we lost today

This one's as hot one

And she's on show

Not a girl

She's a happening

A prospect for gain

She's on show

And money is sent to her parents

So we all can know

The story behind the media queen

She's on show

Goodbye little cover girl

For there will be another girl

Raped three times, raped three times

By the boys from the pub

With their daytime jobs

You know they need to unwind

Mother always said be a good girl

Don't push your luck

Don't get to low cut

But its a pushy world

So if youve got it

Flaunt it

Because the cameras and bright lights

They all want it

In silence she sits

With the scars on her wrists

Shes never alone

Those laughing eyes

Make her clench her fists

For the blood and the sperm

Still run down her leg

Like it did that night

And the sick on the pavement

Is still in her hair

Her mind is scarred and her body torn

Her life is fear and very soon

A scab is born

They acquitted the case

Congratulations all around

And the judge and the barman say

If it happened then she must have been

Asking for it

She was asking for it

said she must have been asking for it.

There's a kookaburra in my head

There's a bad smell in my bed

When you're up to your neck in debt

You get drunk

There's no launderette

You've been losing all day

You've been using all night

Your nails are in shreds

Your teeth lose their bite

Wake it up

I've been blind

You know I've been blind

Smoke in my eyes

Bats in the belfry

I'm head to foot in sweat

I walk through this place

Of mirrors and lanterns

One of the living dead

You've been dragging your heels

Too tired to try

If the pieces don't fit

You don't have to cry

Wake it up

The stars are out tonight

Are you coming down tonight

I don't care what they think of me

I've got my reasons to behave this way

I don't know what we're going to do

I just know that there's more due

Wake it up

I'm coming down the line

I'm a rattling boy

Rattling through the countryside

I'm a rattling boy

I just live from day to day

I'm a rattling boy

Eatin' them, cheatin' them, on my way

I'm a rattling boy

I'm going down the line

I'm going to a better time

I'm going to a better place

I don't like people to know my face

I can help get those feet out of that clay

But I can't take you all the way

I'm as stationary as a stream

I am aimless in extreme

I hold what I need in my right hand

I'm a rattling boy

I do the work my gut demands

I'm a rattling boy

If I could hold you

If I could love you

Then I would do

I can help get those feet out of that clay

But I can't take you all the way

I'm a rattling boy

Rattling boy

I can't take you all the way

I won't take you all the way

I was sitting on the railroad

For the train to Gungedai

Looking at the clouds

And wishing I could fly

I was standing in the run

Of a fairytale career going out of my mind

By the end of the year

They gave us dust

We didn't understand

Their money lust

They stood by

And watched our bubble burst

They forget

It's dust to dust

Four and twenty diggers

Kneeling by a grave

Looking at the fate

Of those who misbehave

Woe betide the money man

Hands upon his purse

When things are looking better

They will only turn out worse

Take your sifting pan to the riverside

Wait for money, fame and would be brides

And when you're standing there

In your underwear

Just hanging around

You'll know

They gave us dust

Over the railroad track

There's a mob who wants to hang you

If you don't stop running

They'll soon be behind you

You give me everything

You give me all I need

You tell me what is right

And you always keep tabs on my greed

Your love is a generous thing

Tumble down bridges

That you swore you burned

But it soon turned out

That the tables had turned

Always asking questions

Always keeping me ill

Always keep me fed

Keep me very still

Your love is a generous thing

I burn my hands for you

Burn my eyes for you

Burn my life for you

You lose everything

Seem to lose everything

You lose everything

But you still get to choose anything

Up up away

Your love is a generous thing

Your love is a treacherous thing

Your love is a degenerate thing

Jack is in the garden

Jill is on her own

There's a tree on a hill

And there's a storm

Tree on a hill

Blowing down, blowing down

The boys are in the pool hall

They sing a song

It's mack the knife

And all the misconceptions

Are the whirling wind

All the misquotations

Are the whirling wind

They sing

Yes, yes

Good deeds are like dirty rags now

I don't wanna be president

I don't wanna be anything

I just wanna be in one piece

It's an eye for an eye

Oh let go

I don't want to hurt you but

I know its bad

And sometimes it's good to be bad

Let the stupid people wait

Because

They've locked that great gate now

Good deeds are like dirty rags

I know she waits

Breath held for him

Hands trembling

I know she waits there

I know she'll be gone soon from me

I know shell be

What can I do now

I know she's there

Train comes for her

Breath held for him

What can I do now

I know she'll be gone soon from me

I know she'll be

What can I do

Yes now

Good deeds are like dirty rags

What can I do

Now good deeds are like dirty rags

Mother don't be angry

Mother don't be sad

Good deeds are like dirty rags

It's not your fault

I turned turned out this way

Good deeds are like dirty rags

It's just when they make me feel small

It's like a red rag to a bull

And when they make me feel small

Its like a red rag to a bull

How many wise men does it take

To bring three gifts

Do you know, do you know

How many wise men did it take

To bring three gifts

You don't know, you don't know

Mother don't be angry

Its just another dying

Now good deeds are like dirty rags

Mother don't be angry

Mother don't be sad

Its just

Good deeds are like dirty rags

Why preach to me

Why preach to me

Now good deeds are like dirty rags

Filthy tongues say

What have you done today, today

Rhino is a coming, Rhino is a coming

Ostrich got his head in the sand

When my bed smells

Of too many eyed girls

Ostrich got his head in the sand

Good Golly miss Molly

You sure like to ball

You sure like to ball

Train, train

Train coming round the bend

Took my baby

But you never will again