People, wasting away in paradise   Going backward, once in a while   Moving ahead, falling behind   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      They 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 eucalypti, pushing panel vans   Stuff and munch junk food laughing at the truth   'Cause 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 enough to make you want to cry   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      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