Common Ground (исполнитель: Midnight Oil)
These are not dispassionate words of the cool The headline [bad word] the editor's a fool Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse And leave us stranding here tomorrow I heard a calling out. a cry from the heart From the towns of cement and no beauty whisper it turned howl. man he didn't know He was standing waiting for tomorrow Nothing's left nothing's found there must be [bad word] ground Nothing's left nothing's found there must be [bad word] ground I could never figure the calendars flow Nor can i work out how the wild wind blows But we're ready from within and we're starting to go Away from the place of no tomorrow Nothing's left nothing's found there must be [bad word] ground Nothing's left nothing's found there must be [bad word] ground Oh the wrecking fields are a terrible place. With a sulphurous smell and a frightening pace And the hook goes in early and the critic is king And it's hard to stay human and stand in the ring There's no time to be absent, a clown or a fool While shylock is smiling we're loaded like mules If we surrender ourselves to [bad word] We'll wake up in the wreckage of tomorrow now Nothing's left nothing's found there must be [bad word] ground nothing's left Something's found can we see [bad word] ground