| Song | Power and the Passion |
| Artist | Midnight Oil |
| Album | 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Garrett, Hirst, Moginie | |
| People wasting away | |
| In paradise | |
| Going backwards, once in a while | |
| Taking your time, give it a try | |
| What do you believe, what do you believe | |
| What do you believe is true? | |
| Nothing they say makes a difference this way | |
| Nothing they say will do | |
| You take all the trouble that you can afford | |
| At least you won't have time to be bored | |
| At least you won't have time to be bored | |
| Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
| Oh the power and the passion | |
| Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line | |
| Sunburnt faces around, with skin so brown | |
| Smiling zinc cream and crowds, Sundays the beach never a cloud | |
| Breathing eucalypt, pushing panel vans | |
| Stuff and munch junk food | |
| Laughing at the truth, cos Gough was tough til he hit the rough | |
| Uncle Sam and John were quite enough | |
| Too much of sunshine too much of sky | |
| It's just enough to make you want to cry | |
| It's just enough to make you want to cry | |
| Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
| Oh the power and the passion | |
| Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line | |
| I see buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise | |
| Sydney, nights are warm | |
| Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn | |
| Dad's so bad he lives in the pub, it's a underarms and football clubs | |
| Flat chat, Pine Gap, in every home a Big Mac | |
| And no one goes outback, that's that | |
| You take what you get and get what you please | |
| It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
| It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
| Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
| Oh the power and the passion | |
| Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line |
| zuo ci : Garrett, Hirst, Moginie | |
| People wasting away | |
| In paradise | |
| Going backwards, once in a while | |
| Taking your time, give it a try | |
| What do you believe, what do you believe | |
| What do you believe is true? | |
| Nothing they say makes a difference this way | |
| Nothing they say will do | |
| You take all the trouble that you can afford | |
| At least you won' t have time to be bored | |
| At least you won' t have time to be bored | |
| Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
| Oh the power and the passion | |
| Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line | |
| Sunburnt faces around, with skin so brown | |
| Smiling zinc cream and crowds, Sundays the beach never a cloud | |
| Breathing eucalypt, pushing panel vans | |
| Stuff and munch junk food | |
| Laughing at the truth, cos Gough was tough til he hit the rough | |
| Uncle Sam and John were quite enough | |
| Too much of sunshine too much of sky | |
| It' s just enough to make you want to cry | |
| It' s just enough to make you want to cry | |
| Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
| Oh the power and the passion | |
| Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line | |
| I see buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise | |
| Sydney, nights are warm | |
| Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn | |
| Dad' s so bad he lives in the pub, it' s a underarms and football clubs | |
| Flat chat, Pine Gap, in every home a Big Mac | |
| And no one goes outback, that' s that | |
| You take what you get and get what you please | |
| It' s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
| It' s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
| Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
| Oh the power and the passion | |
| Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line |
| zuò cí : Garrett, Hirst, Moginie | |
| People wasting away | |
| In paradise | |
| Going backwards, once in a while | |
| Taking your time, give it a try | |
| What do you believe, what do you believe | |
| What do you believe is true? | |
| Nothing they say makes a difference this way | |
| Nothing they say will do | |
| You take all the trouble that you can afford | |
| At least you won' t have time to be bored | |
| At least you won' t have time to be bored | |
| Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
| Oh the power and the passion | |
| Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line | |
| Sunburnt faces around, with skin so brown | |
| Smiling zinc cream and crowds, Sundays the beach never a cloud | |
| Breathing eucalypt, pushing panel vans | |
| Stuff and munch junk food | |
| Laughing at the truth, cos Gough was tough til he hit the rough | |
| Uncle Sam and John were quite enough | |
| Too much of sunshine too much of sky | |
| It' s just enough to make you want to cry | |
| It' s just enough to make you want to cry | |
| Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
| Oh the power and the passion | |
| Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line | |
| I see buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise | |
| Sydney, nights are warm | |
| Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn | |
| Dad' s so bad he lives in the pub, it' s a underarms and football clubs | |
| Flat chat, Pine Gap, in every home a Big Mac | |
| And no one goes outback, that' s that | |
| You take what you get and get what you please | |
| It' s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
| It' s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
| Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
| Oh the power and the passion | |
| Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line |