Fourth - THE HOUSING MARKET ALWAYS WINS Lyrics

What is a painting but a vessel for art?
The value of which is determined by chance
Of whichever rich banker holds the taste
To prevent the Mona Lisa going to waste
Now substitute the frame for a wall
Oil on canvas for plasterboard
Let's call a spade a spade and finally admit
I'll buy a Michelangelo before a flat in Brunswick
How tragic the loss of the middle class
Who now will ignore my works of art?
Made by a beggar, wallet open wide
To receive patronage from blood red eyes
Who'd sooner see you swing than join the cause
It's all clenched fists until margin calls
The spreadsheet turns red and you get the call
No one wants to see you dance anymore
Can't afford a house, can't afford a car
At what point do we admit that it's gone too far?
It's a luxury to buy more than Homebrand
And visiting the doctor's an ambitious plan
From birth to death it's just day by day
Salt, money or nothing is my only wage
God won't make land so settle for this
My message in a bottle: more digital hiss

And the housing market always wins
The punishment for our original sin
Since Cain bought Abel a granny flat
Then crushed his head to avoid the tax
Then all his sons they lived the dream
Saying in that house forever rent free
The mark of Cain brings loathsome fear
'Cause the city of Enoch was negatively geared
And the generations that Cain begat
Would wipe off the stain with riches that
A house can provide with its four walls
A privilege only needed by all
That's the lesson I learned anyway
You better have rich parents, or else you pray
Our father in Heaven, Landlord above
I can pay the rent, just give me one more month