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