Regional Echo

Noisy minors
Bully the suburbs
Out beyond the haze
Seaside holiday houses
Lay quiet as a grave
Tombs of dreams past
Wealth gone to waste
The Australian dream is fading
Stolen anyway

I'm never gonna lose my head
To a setting Sun
I'm never gonna dream of things
That just can’t be done

Pavement’s too hot to walk on barefoot
So you hop and skip
Prawns in wheelie bins marinate
A cocktail of stink
Bat swaying on
The power line
Wings open in surrender
This is how you die

I'm never gonna lose my head
To a setting Sun
I'm never gonna dream of things
That just can’t be done
I'm never gonna say, never gonna do, never gonna be
Anything more than what’s expected of me