Is it true we'll be saved by the son of God,
then why do I feel like a bouncing ball,
held fierce with a lead for aggressive dog,
weeds never ending, growing so tall.

Purple smiles are a dentist's numbling,
I can hear my storm always rumbling,
Never seagulls where I rest to shore,
And yet I never became the water's *****.

My uncle used to tease my ears,
pull out these two dollar coins,
A good man, bourbon, no beer
and now asbestos ruined.

A gun-man was a feared in Tasmania
and remains so in the USA
Now we just have bikie disputes,
and the lost of the respite,
Praise ol' good Australia.

I remember sweet green eyes
purest skin that made me cry,
but this world is full of lies
to torment me to try to die.

And torment is savagery,
when blood becomes ravaged,
We are all in slavery
with no praise to what we meant.

I once shot a cap gun in the face,
of a friend and almost blinded
He became a priest of the human race,
and winded up the clock hurriedly.