Lord unchain my hands 
let me sing inside the crowded trams 
let me dance among the traffic jams 
we're going to sleep 
on the St Kilda sands 

Lord unbind my feet 
let me mingle with the good people we meet 
water rising up into the street 
unbind my feet 

'The apparition of these faces in the crowd; 
petals on a wet black bough' 
Ezra Pound found the formula 
our houses are rectangular 
but life is curved not angular 
so when things start to strangular 
remember 
rain still falls on the halls of power 
new babies being born every hour 
and the eagle keeps watch on the old 
clock tower 
over me. . . 
 [bad word] 

On the train I refrain from sitting with 
head and shoulders bowed 
they told me time is of the essence 
no wandering allowed 
but then I saw a pretty girl 
whos features stood out in the crowd 
went ten minutes past my stop waiting for 
her to look around 
I'm just another clown kicking around in 
Melbourne town 
cooling out, relaxing watching the 
world go round 
so if you ever have the time 
and you want to go drink some wine 
I'd rather greet you with a smile 
than greet you with a frown. . . 

Lord unchain my hands 
let me sing inside the crowded trams 
let me dance among the traffic jams 
we're going to sleep 
on the St Kilda sands 

Lord unbind my feet 
let me mingle with the good people 
we meet 
water rising up into the street 
unbind my feet