the worlds getting hotter
and I'm sweating up in my house
chunks of ice disappear
no Amy Winehouse
hideouts and jihad
the whole world need a rehab
before it deflates like a beanbag
and we act like anyone
and react with minimal exertion
before we put the seat back and telly on
reports about cows and shit we can't do
I put a burger in my mouth
and flick to cartoons
sinking further in my couch
in a furnace of a house
in an airconditioned mist
as thick as car fumes
but I'm sure I'll be fine
when the shore levels climb
ill just walk out the door
in my shorts with a line
In a short bit a time ill reality check
But reality's a bitch… she hasn't added me yet
and I'm just another douche bag she' have to accept
One day we'll sort it out, but I'll ignore for now
we just faded out
pouring the lager
while avoiding the drama
on the front page
in the middle of a riot pretending its alright
And i can see whats wrong
i don't need this song
I'm just waiting till the trees are gone
and your not helping at all rick
coz i just sit here and i talk shit
and i can see whats wrong
i don't need this song
I'm just waiting till the trees are gone
and your not helping at all matt
coz i just sit here and i talk crap
we don't blow whistles
we blow missiles below seas
thinking we some hippies
who officially vote peace
coz we don't know the difference
we so into our own dreams
to notice anybody
if it don't live in our own streets
and its all blah bladdidy blah blah
rather listen to bob marley than Bob Carr
they paint Miley Cirus on my eyelids interior
so i don't have witness all the violence in Syria
It's so evil what we do to boat people
I get kicked out of clubs basically both equal
They devoted all their life... for a visa to live here
I take an overnight flight to where it's cheaper to drink beer
They're tryna' find a reason why the bees are dying
I'm just tryna' find a reason why my keys are hiding
I got a fuel loving big block under the top
And I drive it to the gym so I can run on the spot
Iraq to Dafor
Thats way too hardcore
i came from a place
where you don't need to lock the car door
the same little place you don't really need a car for
transmitting live
from a city made of cardboard
we just faded out
pouring the lager
while avoiding the drama
on the front page
in the middle of a riot pretending its alright
And i can see whats wrong
i don't need this song
I'm just waiting till the trees are gone
and your not helping at all rick
coz i just sit here and i talk shit
and i can see whats wrong
i don't need this song
I'm just waiting till the trees are gone
and your not helping at all matt
coz i just sit here and i talk crap

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