Midnight Oil by Shaking Chains Lyrics

Put your arms around his shoulder as his body's growing colder
Cover his eyes and on we drive
St. Christopher's stuck in traffic with his mother on the line

Fingers covered in boot polish and fumigated lungs
Reflecting the sun and nerves of steel
Tempered by the wind, rusted by the rain
Damaged by the prospect of palm trees

You'll never shake this cough
You never shall be clean
You'll never leave this life behind
Routinely obscene hygiene

I'm sodden with the cold
And I've pissed my pants and I can't dance
Light laughter hurts my bronchial soul
Light up and lift the wallets then fall down the stairs
Don't let the women touch him there

Meet me outside the cinema
Gone midnight in neon abandon
Where the seats stick to your memory
And the films are all forgotten so lust can meet dead eyes
For the price of a refilled needle
You'll never shake this cough
You never shall be clean
You'll never leave this life behind
Routinely obscene hygiene

Put your arms around his shoulder as his body's growing colder
Cover his eyes and on we drive
St. Christopher's stuck in traffic with his mother on the line