Pressures getting higher he could feel it knowk him to the floor 
The cold war in his head was screaming silence like never befire 
He went outside to pray for rain 
Needed to wash away those sins and pain 
He cried "I'm going, I'm leaving 
No time to think about sens or reason" 

He hit tie road to find himself because 
He'd always lived for someone else 
A feedback loop had become his life 
With a determined lease on bad advice 
There's no support there's no rewind 
He knows he can't turn back the clock this time 
His old friends drifted far away 
All he's git's a hope for yesterday 

Sometimes, you need a change of scene 
Sometimes you got to change the situation 
You know what I mean? 
Sometimes you need a change of scene 
Sometimes, sometimes, I just wanna scream 

Faiths a siren melody swimming against the tide he can't break free 
Loosin out he cannot breathe, cause everybody wants him to beleive 
Faith may not be on his side, but you cannot blame a gay for trying 
Friends they sometimes drift away, 
Yeah I waved to hom that day, now 

Sometimes, you need a change of scene 
Sometimes you got to change the situation 
You know what I mean? 
Sometimes, you'll learn and realise 
That what you want's not what you need 

Thirty two degrees on a sunny day and a change has taken place 
Sometimes you don't need reasons to celebrate 
The trouble's disappeared 
And the storm has gone and the sun shines in it's place 
Sometimes you don't need reasons to celebrate 

Sometimes, you get to take a break 
Sometimes, take time to celebrate 
Sometimes celebrate your like, it's not too late to celebrate 

Sometimes, you need a change of scene 
Sometimes you got to change the situation 
You know what I mean? 
Take a holiday, it's time to make a change 
So live life you wanna 
Don't let them step right on ya and don't you stay the same
				

Every time I see you realize
I don't have to stay, I'm not that high
Wasting time with you I memorize
This devotion is some kind of lie

Introspection getting lost in thought
I might mention that I can't ignore
My position to exhort the force
I'm not gonna be your whipping boy

Can you make a heart donation
Can you make it in one line
Can you make a heart donation
Can you make it in one night

I'm a sleeper of a different time
It's too late to get off the ride
Locomotive represents my mind
Can't control this thing I'm gonna die
				

We found ourselves in the town
With the fastest cars around
Last night, that girl, Lucille
Had us falling on the ground
You won't slow us down, just one more round

Outside lane and Luke's in pain
Got the words but can't explain
A foot flat to the floor means that
We   re certain that we   re gonna catch that plane
That   s just insane

We   re going one fifty five in the wrong direction
We   re going one five five gotta make that flight
We   re going one fifty five in the wrong direction
We   re going one five five all night, so come on

We found Verona looking for Milan
Suicidal over-drive
A crazy Parisian in his hands was all our lives
What a ride

Watching the time tick by now
Went west but east looks right now
Just on course to survive
Let me out of this damn car now
Don   t know where the hell we are now
Will we make it out alive? We got to try

Roman style on a quarter mile
Think the speed's now in my head
Dreams of Jack keep us alive
With the dirt under Eddy   s bed

We   re going one fifty five in the wrong direction
We   re going one five five gotta make that flight
We   re going one fifty five in the wrong direction
We   re going one five five all night, can we survive?
				

Half a black bottle of Bourbon running through my veins
A bag full of candy in my head just to ease the pain
A red bandanna on my head for the sweat in my eyes
I head to a place that   s a touch on the sleazy side

Well I roll a lucky seven, my eyes are all big and wide
Take the money and run, but that would be suicide
Pull out the stops, get a little bit of everything
Drink your shots, give it all that you got, don   t know what tomorrow will bring

Down at the red light joint, they got a sign hanging out the front
It says    you got the money, you got whatever you want   

Well I cruise like celluloid star out of Hollywood
You know the drinks on the house, and everybody   s got me feeling good
Now I   m high as a kite in the spotlight rage    till dawn
You know that Saturday   s cool but I   m strung out on Monday morn

Down at the red light joint, they got a sign hanging out the front
It says    You got the money, you got whatever you want   
				

Twisted words and avatars, just part of your disguise
Stalking chat rooms instigating a terror enterprise
You're everything that I despise yeah

What can I do to get my message through?
I think you're sick, you   re sick in the head
I don't care what daddy made you do
So just admit you need a straight jacket
Lunatic terror architect
I think you're sick, you're sick in the head
Your therapist and momma even said
You're better off, you're better off   gdead!

I hear you screaming I   m not the enemy through a veil of black tears
You   re your own private eye and you're my nightmare engineer
Called the cops but they didn't show, they   re more efficient in the videos
If this was SVU or CSI that bitch would be in prison right about prime time
Bitch I hope you die

What can I do to get my message through?
I think you're sick, you   re sick in the head
I don't care what daddy did to you
So just admit you need a straight jacket
Lunatic terror architect
I think you're sick, you're sick in the head
Your therapist and momma even said
You   re better off, you're better off   gdead!

We are surfing a cultural tidal wave called the internet
And what brilliance has this digital age brought us?
Well you can have quick answers to stupid questions
But what if those questions involve other people   s personal affairs?
Well if you want them answered then I guess you'd turn to a social network
Like myspace, facebook, twitter    
I mean that   s a stalkers paradise right there
Just grab some random photos, make up a name
And you're ready to pass judgment on people
And anonymously fuck with their lives

What can I do to get my message through?
I think you're sick, you   re sick in the head
I don't care what daddy did to you
So just admit you need a straight jacket
Causing pain really gets you wet
I think you're sick, you're sick in the head
Your therapist and momma even said
You   re better off, you're better off fucking dead!

You   re better off dead bitch
				

Close your eyes lay your head upon my shoulder 
And don't you cry, I promise you when we get older 
I'll still be your friend, and lover till the end 
Please don't let us fall apart 
I can't express it cause 

na na na I'm lost for words 
Darling you are my whole world 
na na na I'm lost for words 
Be my girl 

So hold on tight follow me to the end of the earth 
I'm surprised that you're giving all that your worth 
I'm still be your friend, and lover till theend 
Please don't let us fall apart 
Wish i could tell you but 

There's something that I've been meaning to tell you babe 
And I know it's bad timing 
Sorry girl I've got to go home again 
We've been up and down this road together 
With you girl I couls stand any weather 
Listen to me when i say 
I don't think i could ever let you get away 

na na na I'm lost for words 
Darling you are my whole world 
na na na I'm lost for words 
You're my girl 
Darling you're my whole world 
na na na I'm lost for words 
Yes you are, you'll always be my girl 
				

Welcome to a little game that makes me insame 
Say hello to the folks at home, tell us boy what is your name? 
What's your job? and tell us where you're from 
We don't care, but we still keep that TV on 

Channel change, same old show 
Just a movie that went straight to video 
Go switch your stereo on and 

turn it up 
Why don't you turn it u? Right on up? 
turn it up 
Why don't you turn it u? Turn the rock right up! 

Once again I'm bored as hell; I'm still stuck to the couch 
Soapy sit-coms and the game shows I can live without 
Television's just a medium, cause it's not rare or even well done 

Everyday, same TV 
Justa nother movie, straight to DVD 
Go get your Rock'n'roll CD 

turn it up 
Turn it up, how bout you turn it up 
I got a great idea for you 
Turn it out 
Why don't you turn it out? Turn it out night up! 
				

Let me clarify just what I   m talking about when I say we're ok
Fantasize the lies    till they're truth and we're back on the highway
Because we want it, need it, working hard to get it baby
No if's, but's or maybe's
With a little bit of help outta Lynchberg Tennessee

No one can break us, and no one can fake us
And that   s gonna take us to the highway dream
No one can break us, because of our blood trust
Committing us all to chase the highway dream, oh

Well let me tell you about the tour yeah

We   re 30,000 feet, drunk in cramped seats, about to stumble out of the plane
Trolly dolly cuts us off, but we swear that the booze ain't to blame, oh no!
Because we want it, need it, we   re drinking harder baby,
No if's, but's or maybe's
With a little bit of help out of Lynchberg Tennessee

No one can break us, and no one can fake us
And that   s gonna take us to the highway dream
No one can break us, because of our blood trust
Committing us all to chase the highway dream

Well if you got a problem, take the Koritni model cause we're ok
Yeah we   re slamming shots out of a whisky bottle all day

With a little bit of help outta Lynchberg Tennessee
Drinking black label jack, well you know that's alright with me

No one can break us, and no one can fake us
And that   s gonna take us to the highway dream
No one can break us, because of our blood trust
Committing us all to chase the highway dream
				

Let me tell you a story, it   s been told a hundred times
I think Robert Johnson was the first man to strike a deal and sign the dotted line
It's about a boy, becoming a man, learning what it's like to loose
Everything he had he was willing to trade for a lifetime of women and booze

He went west of the river, following the railroad tracks
He was looking for an evil dealer; you know there ain't no turning back

Welcome to the crossroads, bargain with your soul
Down at the crossroads, it's all for rock 'n' roll

He got a funny feeling, felt like somebody watching him
Out came a man in a three piece suit with a friendly crocodile grin
He said "Sign on the line and your dreams will come true"
He signed and then the paper burned
"Think of this as a favour to you but one day I'll want a favour in return"

He went back to the city, became a singer in a band
Got a record deal he was sitting pretty, everything was going to plan

Welcome to the crossroads, bargain with your soul
Down at the crossroads, it's all for rock 'n' roll

Fame and fortune   s come so easily
Now I have got such a bad case of insatiable greed
I don't think that life could get any better than this
All because a deal was made at the crossroads in Memphis

And so twenty years passed, and he forgot about the covenant made
Until a man knocked on his mansion door, dressed in a tailored suit of Suede
The man had a familiar style; he had the smile of a crocodile
He held a contract and said "Boy it's time to go to hell because your soul is mine"

So that completes the story of our tragic hero   s demise
Can you work out where we learnt to sing? We can be your tour guides
And take you to the crossroads, bargain with your soul
Down at the crossroads, it's all for rock 'n' roll
Welcome to the crossroads, bargain with your soul
Down at the crossroads, it   s all for rock, do it for rock 'n' roll
				

Robert Johnson's song

Come on, oh baba don't you want to go
Oh come on, oh baba don't you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago

Come on, baba don't you want to go
Hida-hey, baba don't you want to go
Back to that same old place
Oh sweet home Chicago

Well one and one is two
Six and two is eight
Come on baba don't you make me late

Hida-hey, baba don't you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago

Come on, baba don't you want to go
Oh come on, baba don't you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago

(solo)

Six and three is nine
Nine and nine is eighteen
Look there brother baby and
You'll see what I've seen

Hida-hey, baba don't you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago

Oh come on, baba don't you want to go-oh-ooh
Come on, baba don't you want to go
Back to that same old place
My sweet home Chicago

(solo)
				

We were the fairy tale kind
My perfect wine sipping feline
A timeless picture captivated our lives
No surprise

I felt you slip away from me
Like a tragic script the damn T.V.
Stripping me bare expecting me to survive

You   ve played a game of fools
Twisting words around
Tryin    to break me down
Don   t forget your own rules
Your own rules    
In this game of fools

I bend backwards for you every time now
You say you   re bottom of the pile
You judge execute me at my own trial

Poison love there is no cure
Feeling broken and insecure
If you stop to think
Then you   ll know I   m just a little fragile

This damn story   s getting old
Why don   t you take a break and let it go
Inside out and up side down
I hear you   re talking in circles
You go round and round

You   ve just a game of fools
Twisting words around
Tryin    to break me down
Don   t forget your own rules
Your own rules    
In this game of fools
				

Everybody knows Jimmy the Jackal is trouble with a capital L 
For loser or laughable or down right lazy 
Can you tell I know hime well? 
He likes to kiss and tell about his girlfriend 
She's like a piano 
When she's not upright then she's grand 
Than how the story goes 

oh oh oh oh 
I said didn't you know that the party's over 
Didn't you know, you're not welcome to come over 
Come on come on, the party's over 
Get your ass our of there don't come back over 

Jenny was a classic case of insecurity 
You know she'd over compensate 
The way she'd drss was a lesson in anatomy 
A definite social disease candidate 
If she smiles you should run and hide 
Or kiss your clen bill of health goodbye 
So now you know she's got what doesn't show 
that how the story goes 

Get out! Right now! 
Don't you know the party is over? 
				

The sun still shined
On what was my darkest day yeah
I had expected thunder, lightning and rain
Nothing reflected my
Mournful depressive cries
I gotta say that I   d do it again

This sabotage attempt
Something I won   t forget
(Stab, stab in the back)
(You stabbed, stab in the back)
This stab in the back has meant
My heart will not forget

A fist of regret now beats
My chest to remind me
Of what was taken by a jealously pride
A silent love had meant
Abhorrent punishment
I gotta tell you that my hands were tied

Well I   m blind and disfigured inside
I   m just a victim of my own
Life   s sad demise
Jaded but fine
Back to wasting my time again

Yeah, the taste is bitter over
What I have been wasting
Feeling heat from forgotten
Fires inside
A loneliness descends
Delivered depression

This sabotage attempt
Something I won   t forget
(Stab, stab in the back)
(You stabbed, stab in the back)
Stabbed in the back again
My heart will not forget
Stabbed in the back has meant
I won   t forget 
				

The beatles's song

I was alone, I took a ride,
I didn't know what I would find there
Another road where maybe I could see another kind of mind there

Ooh, then I suddenly see you,
Ooh, did I tell you I need you
Every single day of my life

You didn't run, you didn't lie
You knew I wanted just to hold you
Had you gone, you knew in time, we'd meet again
For I had told you

Ooh, you were meant to be near me
Ooh, and I want you hear me
Say we'll be together every day

Got to get you into my life

What can I do, what can I be,
When I'm with you I want to stay there
If I'm true I'll never leave
And if I do I know the way there

Ooh, then I suddenly see you,
Ooh, did I tell you I need you
Every single day of my life

Got to get you into my life
Got to get you into my life

I was alone, I took a ride,
I didn't know what I would find there
Another road where maybe I could see another kind of mind there

Then suddenly I see you,
Did I tell you I need you
Every single day...
				

You act like I've been gone for so damn long
And suspect I don't care
If you needed to talk pick up that phone
If you're in disrepair

Get together you act so paranoid
I'm not like Caliban
The friendship has been rocked and I made the choice
Just understand if you can

I wanna know, all about the tears you've cried
I wanna know, why your hobbies getting high
I wanna know, when you're going to confide 'cause
I will always give you the time

I'll always support you my oldest friend
So what do you say ? You said
Times a wasting, you're racing to the end
You will not make your old age

No I won't apologize for my chaotic state of mind
If you look into my eyes you'll see a change
I'm the kind of guy that keeps his demons locked inside
Until you come back my way
I know, I know, I know tell me now
				

Midnight oil's song

Out where the river broke
The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty five degrees

The time has come
To say fair's fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share
The time has come
A fact's a fact
It belongs to them
Let's give it back

How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep while our beds are burning
How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep while our beds are burning

The time has come
To say fair's fair
To pay the rent, now
To pay our share

Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From Kintore East to Yuendemu
The western desert lives and breathes
In forty five degrees

The time has come
To say fair's fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share
The time has come
A fact's a fact
It belongs to them
Let's give it back

How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep while our beds are burning
How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep while our beds are burning

The time has come
To say fair's fair
To pay the rent, now
To pay our share
The time has come
A fact's a fact
It belongs to them
We'r gonna give it back

How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep while our beds are burning
				

Cold chisel's song

I left my heart to the sappers 'round Khe Sanh,
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the black market man.
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey from the ocean to the Silver City.
And it's only other vets could understand.
'Bout the long forgotten dockside guarantees,
How there were no V-Day heroes in nineteen seventy-three.
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour,
Saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her,
She was lined,
And I was home to the lucky land.
She was like so many more from that time on,
Their lives were all so empty,
Till they'd found their chosen one,
And their legs were often open,
But their minds always closed,
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains.
And the legal pad were yellow,
Hours long, paypackets lean,
And the telex writers clattered,
Where the gunships once had been;
But the carparks made me jumpy,
And I never stopped the dreams,
Or the growing need for speed or novacine.
So I worked across the country from end to end,
Tried to find a place to settle down,
Where my mixed-up life could mend,
Held a job on an oil-rig,
Flying choppers when I could,
But the night-life nearly drove me 'round the bend.
And I've travelled 'round the world from year to year,
And each one found me aimless,
One more year the worse for wear,
And I've been back to South East Asia,
But you know the answer sure ain't there,
But I'm drifting North,
To check things out again.
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone,
And only seven flying hours,
And I'll landing in Hong Kong,
And there ain't nothin' like kisses from a jaded Chinese Princess,
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long.
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone,
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone,
And it's got me worried,
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry,
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone.
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone.
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone.
It's really got me worried,
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry,
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone.