the heat it drawn itself on all the roads
with rattles from all the pubs and pokies rooms
they'd given up the workers life
for a moment it was clear and so precise
cause i burnt my life and i branded my soul
went to church and sung to a god
this is the place where it starts
cause it's this suburban life and its grey paint world
four wheel drives and its peaceful mould
what ever happened to you my friend?
it's the truth that keeps you warm
cause i'd rather play pokies and a dead friend's game
stayed in a pub and drink warm beer
for all the greetings and gratitude
cause we don't complain enough but we never shut up
talk to computers and made up drugs
what ever happened to you my friends?
it's the truth that keeps you warm