Midnight Oil "Burnie" E C G D Brought up in a world of changes . Part time cleaner in a holiday flat . I stare out to sea at the ships at night . No anaesthesia, I'm going to work on it day by day . No zephyr, no light relief it seems . But maybe it's a dream . I'm lying back in a row of timber . Cases placed out on the dock . With nightmare faces looking at me . And I can see now, I wanna be free now . D#7 C# A E This is my Chome G D . E This is my Csea G D . E Don't paint it with the future of Cfactories G D . E I want to Cstay D . E I feel Cok G D . E There's nothing else that's Cperfect G D . E I'll have my Cway . Riff / Adlib Brought up in a world of changes . Waste-product, pedestrian limb from limb . Short-changed by the surfin' priest again . Two children in the harbour . They play their games storm water drain . Write their contract in the sand, it'll be grey for life . But you can draw the blind . But you can't stop the sun from shining . On and on and getting you there . The tide forever beckons you to leave . But something holds you back . It's not the promise of a swell or a girl . Just a hope that someday, some way, it'll be ok . You stop and say . D#7 C# A E This is my Chome G D . E This is my Csea G D . E Don't paint it with the future of Cfactories G D . E This is my Clife D . E This is my Cright G D . E I'll make it what I want Cto G D . E I'll stay and I'll Cfight . .