Lyrics

1. Mr Doomsday
2. The Great and Unknown
3. Prosperity is like the Tide
4. For Tomorrow

Mr Doomsday
We'd like to welcome back a dear old friend
He spins the world around and back again
Smashing every window on his way
He'd like to kid himself it's judgement day
Mr Doomsday.

Tomorrow is a thousand miles way
TV is a plastic picture frame
Something in that shitty little screen
Now he thinks I know just what it means
Mr. Doomsday.

From the cradle to the grave
Every body's been a slave
To a higher destiny
At least it works for me

And I don't seek no higher plane
I just want to know your name
In a time and perfect space
The light behind the face
Of Doomsday

The world is never going to pass this way
Until the big one rolls it all away
Says that's all we've got for you today
Come back please so we can play and play
Mr. Doomsday

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THE GREAT and UNKNOWN
Well you always feel like a long lost friend
Gonna sace my world bore me to the end
Twisting round the wheel like a Patterson's curse
Boil the stock away, put my life in search again.



You taking me on
Away from the farm
You're leading me on to the Great and Unknown.

Tell it like it is, well you give your worst
Where we lost our place to the chapter and verse

Well the hand that feeds only bites itself
It's a dragon's wish blame the fire itself
And I only wish that I could be myself

Seen through atmosphere reaching far and wide
It's so big but I can't change what's inside
And I want to feel that we could be again.

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Prosperity is like the tide.
Prosperity is like the tide
Good times and bad side by side
Walk through the mindfield of your life
Prosperity cuts like the knife

Prosperity, who's life to save
Harsh is the land upon your side
You never had a sense of place
When you are the one and only race

Take to the mountains to the hills
Take to the place Where no one can touch you, and still

Prosperity is like the tide
One man is born and one man dies
Walk through the minefield of your life
Prosperity is on your side

So roll down the curtains
With melting concrete
You dream and you scheme so nothing can hurt you
Until...

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For Tomorrow
All the language and the words of ancient years
They keep floating through my levee in a cavalcade of tears
For tomorrow

And all the singers and the dancers play their songs
They'll be burning like a candle of a ghost ship going wrong
For tomrrow

It tastes so bittersweet
It catches in your throat
Never sentimental it may be full of hope
We are the fathers of the new world the mothers and the boys and girls

in the silence and the churches and the stairs
hear the echoes of the laughter and the falling of the hair
For tomorrow

What kind of place is this?
Who are those people there?
Grinding old growth into pulp to print the Enquirer
What kind of game is this?  To lead and then mislead
Tight lipped madness coming down into the TV screen
What kind of people are you  What do you hope to achieve
To stay in power just one more hour
Destroy the final seed?
We are the fathers of the new world  the mothers and the boys and girls

there must be more than sitcom vision here
More than find the problem  fix the problem  laughing and the cheers
For tomorrow

And when the shadow on the hills will touch your face
There's a sermon not like any other sermon you have heard
For tomorrow
We are the fathers of the new world  the mothers and the boys and girls.

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Words copyright Moginie 1996. Published by Warner Chappell

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