Men At Work-Down Under

Traveling in a fried-out combie,
On a hippy trail, head full of zombie,
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous,
She took me in and gave me breakfast, and she said...
"Do you come from a land down-under?
Where women glow and men plunder,
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder,
You better run, you better take cover."

Buying bread from a man in Brussels,
He was six-foot-four and full of muscles,
I said "Do you speak my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich,
And he said...
"I come from a land down-under,
Where beer does flow and men chunder,
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder,
You better run, you better take cover."

Lying in a den in Bombay,
with a slack jaw and not much to say,
I said to the man "Are you trying to tempt me?"
Because I come from the land of plenty?
And he said...
"Oh!!! Do you come from a land down-under?"
Where women glow and men plunder,
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder,
You better run, you better take cover."

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

......

U polumraku poznate sobe
ja sam joj pricao uporno, dugo
da sve je gotovo, da nema vise
i da nismo jedno za drugo

Prvi put iskreno, bez trunke lazi
ja poluglasno, sto mogu tise
istinu rekoh, da je ne volim
da kraj nje nisam srecan vise

Rekla je, sve je u redu
rekla je, zagrli me jace
rekla je, nije mi nista
i tek je onda pocela da place...

Bichuj bichuj me, bichuj Stojane,
uzmi ovaj kaish modrica nek' ostane!

 

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