CLOSER GREEN LAND

Some might say we’re out of luck

Sunset on the pick up truck

Only greed, yeah greed no hope

This county’s kind of old and broke

A city with no sense of crime

All quiet the production line

Did what we made

Make sense of our time

Hold on, shelter, water and the light

Is politics a listening stone

Or as corrupt as Murdoch’s bones

Devalue all the simple things

That once were so right

Here in this green and pleasant land

Look closer now could be a plan

As an image of the third world

Put’s me right, oh oh so right

Hold on, shelter water and the light…

Here in this green and pleasant land…