The Bon Scotts Nasty Nasty Weather lyrics

Our nature is a pretty anathema
Oh, we are in for nasty nasty weather
Just a silly thing to fickle over
Oh dear, Oh dear how near
The nasty nasty weather is here

This here is god's old country
Dry as the hell of poverty
Just a funny thing to be so fussy
Oh dear, Oh dear how near
The nasty nasty weather is here

I want to the sky fall in
And bring
All the silver bottomed jets
Tumbling to the dry dead earth

I want these oceans to crash
And wash
All our neon lit cities
Beneath the cover

Of the oil spilled sodden

Don't feel down trodden
you'll soon be forgotten
You'll just disappear quietly
Into the finality of goodbye

Beacuse
Technology and business suits
Ain't going to save us baby
Your precious little white coats
Ain't going to save us baby
Your green clean spinning machine
Ain't going to save us baby
It is just the glitter of public swagger
And politician poetry

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