One of the first things I ever learned
is something that you can't unteach
Sunday 11, December crowd,
December down at the beach
Well I remember there were poets
Drinking at barbecues beneath the pass
That shadowed the fall show
Well, I saw old kids circling on backs
I so didn't know it's wrapped in a flag
In a Quicksilver t -shirt
Like soldiers waiting for the Civil War
The postcode's drawn on the skin
Seagulls hovering overhead
And reinforcements moved on in
And I bet that you got the message
That was passed around like a disease
when they broadcast it on TV
So I turned down the sound
and I sat and watched the screen
Man, it seemed so inevitable
Just like a reoccurring dream
in a cold procedure by abuse
Well, over at the train station,
all hell was breaking loose
Well, what if everything you hated
was just a reflection anyway?
A precision from the western suburbs
Yeah, I knew what you were thinking
and I, I couldn't help but cry
Just like them politicians,
So I don't have to pretend
And how about all the critics?
That you heard from your homes
The state you said they deserved
Nothing, nothing but our contempt
Well, I can't help but wonder
What exactly did you expect? you
