INXS Lyrics

On a Bus
Liquor market
Lots of flats
Another 24-hour chemist
Self-serve gas

I said all these things
Serve me well
I said all these things
Serve me well

It's hypnotizing
It sends me to sleep
No one talks to anyone else
It's frightening
Everybody's minds are blank
Hypnotizing

I'm always using you
When I'm out of cash
I stare through this window
On a bus moving fast


Doctor
We're all running fast tonight
Rocket shoes on our feet
There's a planet where it's right
I'm sure we'll get there by next week

I could've been a doctor
I could've been a lawyer
I could've been a scientist
I could've been normal
Especially in the daylight

You say don't worry while in flight
The darkness is like a fog
I won't get scared
I won't get tired
I've been in space so damn long

The Earth is just a big blue dot
I can't see the cars and planes
There's a planet where it's right
I'm sure we'll get there by next week


Just Keep Walking
Green fields
Grass and earth
Broken bottles
Bricks and dirt
Sunshine soothing
Clouds are hazy
Dark street corners
Feeling lazy

Fast car driving
Sleek and modern
Public transit
Photos waiting
Blood and glass
Three points of rain
Carpet lining
Seats reclining

Clever words on smooth tongue talking
Shove it brother
Just keep walking

City penthouse
The kitchen living
A country home
It's a kitch living
Money can buy almost anything
But anything's nothing when you're dead


Learn to Smile
Slow and easy is a dimension
Gonna laugh it up
Laugh it up
They say you make no fool of you
And it's new for you to gaze
Up and down inside your yourself
Inside yourself

It's good in here
It's pretty far out
Yes we're all just learning how to smile
We're looking out to you
We're looking out to you

Show your love
Bite me now
Put a hand in and take it out
You can try to make me mad
Or change my mind
Be careful
So you want me there now
So you want me there now

Barely moving I stagger
Some interpretation
There's a buzzing in the station
Spinning station unravel me
Cross platforms with rehearsed travel
Rehearsed travel


Jumping
Say when you get down
Look to your left
Say when you get up
Look to your right
Figure out the puzzle
Make sure the pieces fit tight

Jumping jumping
All night long
Jump and jump and it's up to you

There is no surefire way baby
It's just the first star you see at night
Don't walk around feeling hazy
If you need a taste take a bite

Some day they'll catch you when you're walking
Don't you put up no fight
Draw back that look of confusion
Say you don't believe in straight lines


In Vain
Well just the other day
While alone in my room
I said to myself
I need something new
I've cut a new life slice
And feed the lions twice
And they'll shake their manes in confusion

My love
My love's in vain
My love

Put a bet on everything
It'll come up fine
My fingers are crossed
And tapping in time
You got a pretty face
Such a pretty pretty face
You can brush your own mane
Fame is your pain

Maybe an older woman
Will show me a way
To ease those creases
And crave no reasons
'Cause reasons are with gods
There's a heaven within me
But we all shake our manes in confusion

Should I grab you by the collar
Or just go my way
With a knife between my clean white teeth
Don't want your feather in my cap
Don't care about that
You can brush your own mane
Fame is your pain


Roller Skating
I see a girl
She's roller skating
I don't know her
But she makes me feel
Like roller skating

If I had a chance at all
I'd build a road that never ends
Chinese envy
No damn waiting
I'll be with you roller skating

City lights
Turning green to red
I know I can't see you
All I want to do
Is take you to bed


Body Language
If you say something to me
And you mean
You mean what you say
And you're wanting my attention
There's a game you must play

Body language

Use your eyes and your face
Words have no place
Move your body in a way
That I will know what you say


Newsreel Babies
Venetian blinds are crackling
I like the noise
It's got texture
Hit it again when I'm mad
Close it again when I'm sad

With the door closed I'm a king
No questions
No answers
Don't like talking without reason
What's the use if you stop feeling

All alone I'm cynical to the TV
Newsman's making passes to newslady
Camera stops
Newsreel babies

I like to close all the doors
Make it dark
Make it cool
Come in and talk
Whatever you like
I don't mind if it's something new


Wishy Washy
I got a place with a view
You can see the cars
As they travel down the freeway
To clubs and bars
There's a woman downstairs
With matt-grey hair
And she smiles when she tells me
There's no room for me here

They've got it in the city
They've got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
It's all so wishy-washy
It's all so wishy-washy

I got another place
This time with a fireplace
And a woman can come around
Write poetry and feel safe
I said it's good for me now
But I'm not being fed
I said it's good for me now
But I'm not being fed