Midnight Oil — Profiteers

Look up on the ledge, there's a bomber diving on the golden street Down below the crowd is falling, bullets under feet Don't tell me, don't tell me, hey don't tell me We're under the beat of a brand-new marching order Ears to be ground there's a party planned for the new recruits Hurricane lamps are burning, teargas fills the route, yeah (Hirst/Moginie/Rotsey)