There's no depression in New Zealand, just like there's no racism If you scoop out your eyes, If you plug up your ears you'll never have to suffer through The cries of the desperate, the pleas of the cold The inconvenience of inequality: just a memory of a resentment grown old
Once summer's started we'll forget to think about what it means to be Living in this apathetic country, stupefied by drink and the myth of democracy
Oh man, I love progress. The sweet decline of success And I think John Key's cool, wish he'd come to my barbeque and drink my beers If you scoop out your eyes, if you plug up your ears You'll never be desperate, never shed no tears
Once summer's started we'll forget to think about how it feels to be Little more than just a bunch of morons who trade love for fear And we just traded up last year Yeah once summer's started we'll be at the beach watching the Rena sink Out there on the horizon is what we fail to see And it's quickly reeling us in
Forget national pride, no we're not egalitarian The rats used to move amongst us, but now I'm sad to say we're moving amongst them
Yeah once summer's started we'll forget to think about all we stand to lose 'Cause this is Aotearoa and we love reggae at a barbeque But we hate the hear the truth Just look at our Prime Minister for proof