In mines dug up by tiny hands
Around your neck that reached around
The corner to observe the coal
Decisions made for all us proles
I pay in four just to keep up
I pray my wage won't see me stuck
Two steps behind my telephone screen
Those just above me all sight unseen
Squeeze the carbon it always bleeds
Blood from stones in goblets cleaned
By teardrops wrung by birthright thieves
Your eyes don't shine 'cause they can only see
Your eyes so bright they must be cut
From carbon so politely crushed
Like the hands of infants reaching up
A machine that only runs on good luck
So put it on red and spin the wheel
Just like the yuppies who all vote Teal
You vote for life, you vote for peace
I vote for diamonds on St. Kilda Beach
When cities fall and markets crash
We'll all go back to blowing glass
You vote for life you vote for peace
I vote for diamonds on St Kilda Beach
Listen kid, I know it seems hard
That sometimes people die with no regards
But look at your house, and look at your car
These are worthy sacrifices to be one among the stars
The roads we built all lead astray
The soundtracks and the songs we play
The romance of the new frontier
The guilt we drown by drinking beer
The love we hide with joking snark
The invasive species in the park
The bodies broken by new landmarks
The sweat which covers you after dark
So dry your body with linen we found
Sold by Jingles played all year 'round
You pay the fee then you twist the towel
See my blood dripping gently without a sound
In neon lights I feel the weight
When time and space communicate
To tell me that I've done no harm
The monuments I built from credit cards
Let's wipe the slate and start again
I'll tell you how to make amends
Just open your wallet and let me sneer
I invest in you so I can feel
When cities fall and markets crash
We'll all go back to blowing glass
You vote for life you vote for peace
I vote for diamonds on St Kilda Beach
So put it on red and spin the wheel
Just like the yuppies who all vote Teal
You vote for life, you vote for peace
I vote for diamonds on St. Kilda Beach
When cities fall and markets crash
We'll all go back to blowing glass
You vote for life you vote for peace
I vote for diamonds on St Kilda Beach
The things I buy, all made with love
The screens I watch, show flowerbuds
And when I eat, I cause a flood
The pen I write with, covered in blood