Hungry eyes glisten in the night
They have lured me here innumerable times.
They sell their wares at Georges Street arcade,
Play truth or dare dancing barefoot in the lukewarm rain.
Then some warn you of their brothers.
What became of the brave young few who said,
Let us live forever in the ruins of the railway masters shed
I'll go back to you in memory, we can build the bases higher
With stolen wood and stolen wire
Precious metals we'd drink and dance into the earth.
On the banks of a comatose, overdose river
There's a gathering of young truth seekers, music plays through a small black speaker, hooded heads gaze at all the stars
With not a care in the world, until the watchman comes to call
Someone shouts run, another stall.
There's a full moon out tonight Lads.