Lucky Country

A hundred bodies in space Wide enough for a ghost Desperate souls Hunkered down Beneath the decks Of a leaking boat The myth of freedom Keeps their spirits afloat It's a dangerous passage Taken, in the name Of misguided hope On the horizon Their salvations flag appears The welcoming party Speaks with an accent Foreign to their ears The tone is universal It's one they've come to know Although they've made it To these waters They'll never call them home And oh That's what we're taught to do Deny the needs of the many Protect wants of a few And oh That's what we're taught to do Deny the needs of the many Protect the wants of a few That's what we're taught to do Tent city set up In the middle of the CBD Refuge for all those Living outside of the dream Pretend you cannot hear their pleas Be sure to avert your eyes Maybe spare some coins Keep your conscience clean Remain comfortable in the lie These are the values I was brought up believe That there were plenty of planes To share with those Who came across the seas If a neighbour was in trouble We'd chip in and help them out Not legislate a loophole Or leave it to someone else! And oh That's what we're taught to do Deny the needs of the many Protect wants of a few And oh That's what we're taught to do Deny the needs of the many Protect wants of a few And oh That's what we're taught to do It's what we're teaching All our children too It's what we're taught to do Pacific waters Are no place for children's graves Detention centres Are no place for their living ghosts No citizen of this country Should be without a home Or be demonized For not being able To afford one of their own And oh That's what we're taught to do Deny the needs of the many Protect wants of a few And oh That's what we're taught to do Deny the needs of the many Protect wants of a few And oh That's what we're taught to do It's what we're teaching All our children too That's what we're taught to do