Lyrics

WAKE UP THE DEAD
Neil Robertson - Lead Vocals, Mandolin, Acoustic and Electric Guitars. Nick Carrafa - Drums.
Pete Howell - Bass. Kelly Auty - Backing Vocals, Chris Pain - Harmonica

I wound my motor down and turned the TV on
To let it shed some light to rest my eyes upon
I just wanted to connect with everyone
I just wanted to find out what?s going on...these days

Instead I found an alternate reality
Where kingmakers spin gold from fake celebrity
And every nobody in there is somebody
Is this some ham-fisted attempt at comedy?.I say

But no, this seems to be the new reality
We need to watch ourselves to learn just how to be
Its easier to live in stranger?s fantasies
So nations get transfixed by mediocrity
I wanna scream

Hey-ey, wake up the dead
Hey-ey, wake up the dead
Don?t you want a real life instead?
Of watching every sorry fucker climb that greasy wall of fame

It seems that fame is mankind?s hottest currency
And it don?t matter if its notoriety
Its worth a lot no matter how it comes to be
So its no wonder everybody wants a piece
I wanna scream

Hey-ey, wake up the dead
Hey-ey, wake up the dead
Don?t you want a real life instead?
Of joining every other fucker on that greasy wall of fame

And it struck me as I listened to a pollie speak
Twisted and spun doctored to the nth degree
That the whole world had embraced this new reality
Where nothing really matters if it isn?t seen
I wanna scream

Hey-ey, wake up the dead
Hey-ey, wake up the dead
Don?t you want the real truth instead?
Of letting every power hungry fucker tiptoe through your head

Hey-ey, wake up the dead
Hey-ey, wake up the dead
Don?t you want a real world instead?
Is there anyone beneath the sun who wants to join me there?