This Town Needs Guns Cat Fantastic
Red wine and tan lines
Colour our differences
You feel less satisfied
The more that you acquire
Black cabs & bar tabs
To help you get away
'nd You feel quite justified
To feed your magpie's eyes
You'll be happy
When you're willing
To share
.
Worn holes in old clothes
Wait for the hand-me-downs
Tethered, tangled, and tied;
The suit that fits too tight
Hide behind the bread line
Hunger howls our pockets dry
'nd It should cripple your pride
To know others won't survive
We'll be happy
When we're willing
To share
.
Gather the right minds
'nd Slowly through time
All the right minds
Ignoring patience that we lack
Will inform the new minds
And likely inclined all the new minds
Will in turn replace the old
We will change you easily
Great ideals will be replaced (didn't catch that one myself, at the link is another interpretation, some discrepancies between theirs and mine)
Red wine & tan lines
Colour our differences
Economic divide
This doesn't suit me fine
