C.Y. from Degenerational Report by Mining Tax

Watching the harbour meet the white and shining sea
Men dying at construction sites we’ll name after the queen

But I’m workin’ on it
If you can see what I see
I see a million ships roll in on a future breeze
While your eyes are on your pockets
I wanted more
I wanted more so desperately

Oh from the Arch I watch the tongues wag about me
I scan the maps and lay the pipes down in my dreams

But the way you talk about it
The way you talk about me
You only think about yourselves
As you slide into grief
Like the futures stuck between your teeth
But when it comes it will blow you like a breeze

Water’s flowing through the pipeline
As it laps, as it laps around my feet
I stare into the ocean
I turn my back now finally

But you don’t talk about it
Oh you’re building a quay
Oh you’re building a stadium
But when the future comes it will wash you out to sea sea sea sea

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