shakers and movers — Midnight Oil

Won't you come down the line Away from barren ground The harlot and the autocrat Are they driving you further down

The season's rhymes, they anchor me Against the raging tide

Take you to the last wild place Skin and the stars they embrace A caveman could a saint become In a hospital ward on the Somme

We can dive into distant amoebas Our wings could melt in the sun

I can shake I can move But I can't live without your love

I can break Over you But I can't live without your love

Our poet Henry Lawson he named them The lay'em out brigade Here they come there they go Oh great god of development Don't really know you yet Coastline hosed down washed away Economics, now there's nothing left Tomorrow's child takes concrete footsteps And they'll drink champagne or be damned

And the storm is breaking now Yeah the storm is breaking now Yes the storm is crashing down

I can shake...