What you lookin' at me for?
Don't you hear it, the creaking of the neighbour's screen door
Bending my mind out of shape and rattling my nerves
It's the buzz of the high tension wires
It's the smell of the brush fence fires
I made the call, and soon you'll all be
Selling up, moving on
Still waiting for a government crackdown
Still waiting for the government
And if I can't get satisfaction
I'll bring it down
Rage against the sea and sun
I've invested two streets from the beach
Not one to suffer fools
But no-one takes my calls anymore
It's a street of strangers and liars
It's the smell of the brush fence fires
I made the call, and soon you'll all be
Selling up, moving on
Still waiting for a government crackdown
Still waiting for the government
And if I can't get satisfaction
I'll bring it down
Oh I'll bring it down
Oh I'll bring it down
Oh I'll bring it down
What you lookin' at me for?
Don't you hear it, the creaking of the neighbour's screen door
Bending my mind out of shape and rattling my nerves
It's the buzz of the high tension wires
It's the smell of the brush fence fires
I made the call, and soon you'll all be
Selling up, moving on
Still waiting for a government crackdown
Still waiting for the government
And if I can't get satisfaction
I'll bring it down