Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
Words and Music by Don Walker. Campbell lane, And thru' the window curtain rain, Long night gone, yellow day, The speed shivers melts away. Six o'clock
Flame Trees - by Cold Chisel. ---------------------------- Written by Steve Prestwich/Don Walker From "Twentieth Century" Kids out driving Saturday afternoon
Listen now to the wind babe Listen now to the rain Feel that water lickin' at my feet again I don't wanna see this town no more Wastin' my days on a factory
There's someone out there hangin' around Mentioning your name all over town Some old flame of yours Someone you knew And he can't believe it's over with
I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man I've had the Vietnam cold turkey From
No matter what I say or do You take money, to put whatever May be the opposite view What you see, is what I am I will always be, an honest man Mr Crown
Aliester Crowley And Bar Shem Tov Are lyin' in the alley Too stoned to move Them and Aristotle Are playin' swy For one tiny bottle Of Bal-a-Versailles
City life is closing in on me The way things go, thirty years, Bus timetable'll be my elergy Up at seven every working day Pay comes in, pay goes out
Kneeling at the hotel reception Violin a-sobbing on his knee Twenty bright rozellas on his shoulder Coin from a wealthy Ceylonese Hungry people hangin
Pretty little thing there's a smoky moon Pretty little thing up between the dunes Pretty little thing there's a place I know Pretty little thing, lets
They're so hard Women, that is So hard And all that I ever know Of you Is the damage you can do And it breaks the other way, I know It's so hard For so
Sittin' on the corner drinkin' my beer Told all the others happy new year Told everybody some things I knew I knew Told everybody don't cry How this thing
City papers blow around me As the mornin' hits the sky On the ocean ships are waitin' high So am I City sweeper goes around me He don't need no reason
men And the young boy must have known He'd never be back now Down in the red sand Manila-man got the machete Manila-man cut him down cold Die with the
Somebody tell me Where did I go wrong Oh, what a fool am I Sometimes You can feel you don 't belong Wanna die Way down I've been all the way And I know
live forever This perfect day with you There's a cold winter comin' I can feel the change It's the last wave of summer We'll ever see again Lets ride... There's a cold
Well, its the last call at the fag end Of the wrong bar at the bad end Of the wrong side of a dog town On a one way road that takes you down From a shit
