Regional Echo

Noisy mynas 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
And 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 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, I’m never gonna do, I’m never gonna be
Anything more than what’s expected of me
It’s true
It’s true
It’s true
It’s true
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, I’m never gonna do, I’m never gonna be
Anything more than what’s expected of me