Red wine and tan lines Color our differences You feel less satisfied The more that you acquire
Black cabs and bar tabs To help you get away 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 Color our differences Economic divide This doesn't suit me fine