Cat Fantastic - This Town Needs Guns

Red wine and tan lines

Colour our differences

You feel less satisfied

The more that you acquire

Black cabs and bar tabs

To help you get away

And you feel quite justified

To feed your magpie’s eyes

You’ll be happy

When you’re willing

To share

Worn holes in old clothes

Wait for the hand-me-downs

Tethered, tangled, and tied;

The suit that fits too tight

Hide behind the bread line

Hunger howls our pockets dry

And it should cripple your pride

To know others won’t survive

We’ll be happy

When we’re willing

To share

Gather the right minds

And slowly through time

All the right minds

Ignoring patience that we lack

Will inform the new minds

And likely inclined all the new minds

Will in turn replace the old

We will change you easily

Great ideals will be replaced

Red wine and tan lines

Colour our differences

Economic divide

This doesn’t suit me fine