[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
You'll be happy
When you're willing
To share

[Verse 2]
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
[Hook]
We'll be happy
When we're willing
To share

[Bridge]
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

[Outro]
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