Shakers and Movers

Won’t you come on down the line
Away from barren ground
The harlot and the autocrat
Are they driving you further down
The season’s rhymes, they anchor me Against the raging tide
Take you to the last wild place
Skin and the stars they embrace
A caveman could a saint become
In a hospital ward on the Somme
We can dive into distant amoebas
Our wings could melt in the sun
CHORUS
I can shake
I can move
But I can’t live without your love
I can break
Over you
But I can’t live without your love
Our poet Henry Lawson he named them
The lay 'em out brigade
Here they come there they go Oh great god of development
Don’t really know you yet
Coastline hosed down washed away
Economics, now there’s nothing left
Tomorrow’s child takes concrete footsteps
And they’ll drink champagne or be damned
And the storm is breaking now
Yeah the storm is breaking now
Yes the storm is breaking now
CHORUS