a.o. children mustn't know that we're living in a city that's built on bones, a.o. all the army go, please enjoy this city before it explodes, a.o. here we here we go, it's a pity it's a feeling i can't control, a.o. the children mustn't know this is adults only, adults only, adults only, kookaburra sits in a tree i named, you can feel the sorrow, i can feel the shame, cause there's no-one laughing round here no more but he, i flew back to the coast on new year's day, little plane tossed 'round by a southerly, and when i stepped outside the streets were clean, but i know deep down lies undiscovered, past the bone foundations of a town corrupted, under creaking piers, under iron cover, past the concrete crown of a million lovers, past strutting and swagger, under coreless rubble, past torn down shanties of forgotten troubles, through its ills and evils, past rants and ravings, lies the cold dark soul of an emerald city, i, a.o. children mustn't know that we're living in a city that's built on bones, a.o. all the army go, please enjoy this city before it explodes, a.o. here we here we go, it's a pity it's a feeling i can't control, a.o. the children mustn't know this is adults only, adults only, walking through the streets i can feel its sting, metal blue snakes screaming round this head i'm in, keeps railing all the way to bed, and from the time it sleeps to its dawn awake, city's dreams rang out like a melody, "i finally recognize the tune," he said, through fears and fervour, past lies and secrets, of ink stain panic stricken 5 star heathens, under storms of hell, through tropical fevers, excitement of the first days of bushfire seasons, all this planning disasters, monuments to the masters, and the dog dark dealings of its backroom bastards, every long lost dream, every failed endeavour, every ice beer trail of a rum rebellion, now i, huddle these feelings of pity, watching new years colours rain down on the city, where our beautiful beaches suffer photo ops, to watch schizophrenic tourists get shot by cops, generation of kids with the toughest teeth, still haunted by the visions of shocking ink, where little old ladies die afraid and alone, now surrounded by yuppies small bars and coke, i, a.o. children mustn't know that we're living in a city that's built on bones, a.o. all the army go, please enjoy this city before it explodes, a.o. here we here we go, it's a pity it's a feeling i can't control, a.o. the children mustn't know this is adults only, adults only, adults only, adults only
