Barry said his last goodbye
To all the doomsday warriors
And set off for the bay
He could sniff the salt and scented sea
He kicked the backside of the teeve
The sky was in a darkening frame
Crowds trampling on the midden shells
Buried underneath the carpark
Where people danced and sang
He'd been pedalling hard for most his life
Now he could hardly reason why
Quick buck flats in his line of sight
They were grey daisies in the night
Thе stars snuffed out of sight
He called out …can you rеally hear what you're saying
Who are the strange gods to whom you keep praying
Where is the soul, the substance and the whole
When you're living on the last frontier every day
Escape at 1 when the clock ran down
On the Google centred town
Where the industry of schadenfreude
Had filled the harbour with warm beer
Well they were grazing in the back stalls
Their faces filled with false tears
He says I'm getting out of here off to that last frontier
He's calling out now…who pays off the debts we're creating
Who fixes the messes that we keep making
Where is the soul, the substance and the whole
When you're living on the last frontier every day
Now can you really hear what you're saying
Who mends all those hearts that keep breaking
Where is the soul, the substance and the whole
When you're living on that last frontier
Desire tangled up with fear
The talking points no longer clear anyway, anyway, anyway
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