F-111 Songtext

von Cold Chisel

The birds fly up
There's a bullet in town
The desert storm as the sun goes down
Park the bike on holy ground, the temple
Driving slow

The temple priests are pretty shot
Jets and we interlock
_____________ gotta stop put my guns down
All by the door

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Lay your benediction on those walls

Virgin in the window
Bitchin' in the rectory
Lot of chanting round the room
Of things, then history
People selling stocks of shares
Loosing that what was never theirs
They're choking on the subway stairs
To achieve their destiny

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Lay your benediction on us all

The store man asks the ones who leave the border on the table
Another big band cylinder
Another row of cable
I'm in two minds to stay tonight
Or leave this town behind
Far behind

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________ sister's in the ground and used to be connected
A lot of fragments falling round yet to be collected

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Lay your benediction on us all . . .

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