read about it
midnight oil
the bombs never hit you when you're down so low
there must be some solution but i just don't know
the bosses want decisions
the workers need ambitions
there won't be no collisions whey they move so slow
no one ever tells me so what am i to know
you wouldn't read about it
just another incredible scene
there's no doubt about it
the commisars are fickle but the stockpile grows
the stars and stripes are running for their own big show
storm brewed in a tea cup
imagine any mix up and the lot would go
no one ever tells me so what i am to know
you wouldn't read about it
you wouldn't read about it
just another particular deal
there's no doubt about it