Tone Poem

<br>like a heat wave breaking as you smell warm rain<br>we can fade away or start over again<br>in a high five season in a cut-price land<br>the southern cross don`t shine on that invisible hand<br><br>where will you live when the fields are falling?<br>where will you live when the feedlots calling?<br>everybody standing in the treetops saying<br>where will you live? where will you live?<br>everyone dosen`t have to beg or borrow<br>were going to move into a new tomarrow<br>where will you live? where will you live?<br><br>invisable hand clutching at the throat<br>statistical sham an emperor`s rags its sad its so sad<br>because equality`s the only plea green fields are burning<br>the reefs on fire and bellies are swollen they`re hurting<br>a willing victims I don``t think so<br>we won`t be pinned agains`t the wall<br>there is no slogan that can feed you<br><br>where will you live when the fields are falling?<br>where will you live when the feedlots calling?<br>everybody standing in the treetops saying<br>where will you live? where will you live?<br>tearing up your ticket for the new titanic<br>heat haze refugee no-one panic<br><br>where will you live when the water comes over?<br>where will you live? where will you live?<br>take a deep breath don`t have to drown in sorrow<br>take a deep breath for a new tomarrow<br><br>the bow will break the cradle fall<br>we won`t be jammed against your wall