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Redgum A.S.I.O. "Frontline" (1984)


White door, ninth floor, silent number
It's autumn on a cold avenue
Telex intercept, he sips a cigarette
And warms up his V.D.U.

He gets his kicks from microchips
Orders from the C.I.A.
Birobugs and lasers, casual surveillance
Boardrooms and communiques

Don't use your phone and don't use mine
Don't speak treason, they're tapping the line

Break-in, stake out, tell it in code
Everything's legal, anything goes
The nights gettinG darker and an ill wind blows
Your life's in a databank at ASIO

Trained in the ghettos of the Lebanon
Truncheons and an M16
Selling skag, a U.N. flag
Now he's trading in securities

Darwin rendezvous, a B-52, trenchcoat slightly creased
From a coup in Asia, A U.S. Air Force major
Buying dirty laundry, swearin' it's for peace

Infiltration, we'll never know
Just like Chile but the bruises don't show

Break-in, stake out, tell it in code
Everything's legal, anything goes
The nights get darker and an ill wind blows
Your life's in a databank at ASIO

Spook behind the bar, unmarked car
Rumour hangs like stale perfume
Flushing under beds, sniffin' out the Reds
Nobody can feel immune

No names, no stress, no blame, no press
Clean when the dirty work's done
Allocate a budget, special branch thugs
Do it for the practice, do it for the fun

Midnight, flashlight, a crash on the door
Rats on the table, blood on the floor

Break-in, stake out, tell it in code
Everything's legal, anything goes
The nights get darker and an ill wind blows
Your life's in a databank at ASIO

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"...or am I a butterfly dreaming she's a woman?"