Who Can Stand In The Way

Well oh well I feel I'm in decay
 John Laws is on the air again
 It's heavy traffic, jacarandas, eye in the sky and foot on ground
 I see a million sand speck'd ants in mortal combat hand to hand
 And I feel that I
 Yes I feel that I
 Seem to live this life long distance
 gaze at the things surround me
 People rolling in and out
 Those circles and tides confound me
 And there's just one thing
 Yes there's just one thing
 Who can stand in the way
 When there's a dollar to be made?
 I was hanging round off Dobroyd Point
 When the first fleet chain sailed in
 Looked into the clearest blue
 The scurvy smell, the convicts cry
 And we just carried on,
 Yes we just carried on
 Now choppers strafe the supermarket sky
 and people wonder why
 Chopping down tons of trees
 Got seas of print not a soul can read say
 Why do I drown you build brick boxes
 One by one now they block my sun
 But it's metal on metal
 It's the dance of TV
 If Christ were here he'd camera check
 He'd cry so loud the planes would stop
 He'd cry so loud the earth would shake
 And men would fall in tinsel town
 There's just one thing
 Yes there's just one thing...
 Who can stand in the way
 When there's a dollar to be made?
 Precious moments, precious few
 When that dollar's more than me and you
 It's the joy of forgetting,
 Such a joy to forget
 But we killed all our firstborn
 And we slashed and we burned
 And we sold off the paddocks
 And we raped and we gouged
 On the wings of a six-pack
 Will we ever learn?
 (Spoken)
 When the spinifex hit Sydney, it was the last thing we expected
 When the desert to Gladesville, we tried to tame it
 And when the emus grazed at Pyrmont, it suddenly dawned on us all
 Hah, finally the world was silent and the door was shut.
 (Moginie/Garrett)