Regional Echo - Amanda Palmer

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

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

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, never gonna do, never gonna be

Anything more than what’s expected of me

Anything more than what’s expected of me