كلمات 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