Power & The Passion

Sunburnt faces around, with skin so brown
Oh the power and the passion
They take all the trouble that you can afford
What do you believe, what do you believe?
Oh the temper of the time

It’s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees
At least you won’t have time to be bored
Oh the power and the passion
It’s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees
Too much of sunshine too much of sky
Uncle Sam and John were quite enough
Flat chat, pine gap, in every home a big mac
Nothing they say makes a difference this way
Just enough to make you want to cry

Buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise
Sundays the beach never a cloud
Oh the power and the passion

Smiling zinc cream and crowds
Oh the power and the passion
What do you believe is true
Stuff and munch junk food laughing at the truth
It’s a underarms and football clubs
And no one goes outback, that’s that
Dad’s so bad he lives in the pub
Breathing eucalypti, pushing panel vans

Oh the power and the passion
Oh the temper of the time
It’s enough to make you want to cry

Sometimes you’ve got to take the hardest line
You take what you get and get what you please
Sydney, nights are warm

Nothing they say will do
'Cause gough was tough 'til he hit the rough
Oh the temper of the time
At least you won’t have time to be bored
Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn
Moving ahead, falling behind
Sometimes you’ve got to take the hardest line
Oh the power and the passion