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Midnight Oil · Head Injuries [1979]

Look up on the ledge

There's a bomber diving on the golden street

Down below the crowd is falling

Bullets under feet

Don't tell me, no, don't tell me, hey, don't tell me

Where under the beat of a brand-new marching order

Ears to be ground there's a party planned for the new recruits

Hurricane lamps are burning, teargas fills the route, yeah