Red wine and tan lines Colour our differences You feel less satisfied The more that you acquire Black cabs and bar tabs To help you get away 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 breadline Hunger howls our pockets dry 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 And slowly through time All the right minds (Ignoring patience that we lack) Will inform the new minds And likely in kind All the new minds Will in turn replace the old
We won't change you easily Wait, ideals will be replaced
Red wine and tan lines Colour our differences An economic divide This doesn't suit me fine
