I’m just a postmodern bush poet
Roaming and roving rusty roads
Writing, wordsmithing, amid yellow grass
Fondling the various ******* of Mother Nature
The hills and mountains, all her nooks and crannies
Looking at peeled potato sheeps
Dreaming about what great stews they would make
Listening to a bit of AC/DC
With no wuckin’ furries
Getting eyed by work dogs
With no sense of self-preservation
Telling me I’m going to die all the same
As those rotting roos lying in the dirt
Sodomised by cars just like mine
Their pink, esoteric entrails getting pecked out
By the crows I call my friends

You need a favour done
You need it done now
But it ain’t the kind of thing
You ask of a kind thing

You’re having troubles
With the girl who laughs like bubbles
She’s a pretty thing
But here’s a less than pretty thing
She ain’t in love with you

She’s got you on the brink
With just a flirtatious wink
But you can see the ring
On her dainty little finger
And the ring around her eyes
When she starts telling you lies

She tripped down the stairs
So, there’s no reason for you to stare
It’s just a bruise
It’s just a cut
It’s just a lie
To cover up her cry
For help

She’s having troubles
With the big man in her life
He’s the reason for all her strife
He’s the reason for all your strife
It ain’t a pretty thing
But it might just be a kind thing
To do as a favour
To make you her saviour

Guns and knives
Don’t save lives
But a kiss from her,
An angel in your life,
Might just save yours
Guns and knives
They take lives

Got it for cheap
You got it for cheap
Because there’s no reason why
You can’t do it yourself, DIY,
Better a filthy act for free
Than a ***** deed done dirt cheap

Thunder [x10]
I was caught
In the middle of my dream
(thunder)
I looked round
Hit with fear and excitement, I did scream
(thunder)
My mind raced
As I sat up in my room
(thunder)
And I knew
Tonight, our egoes come to a doom
(thunder)
Sound of the drums
Beating in the clouds
Oh thunder, what fun
It gave me a start
I've been
Thunderstruck

Building buildings and highways
Tainting jungles, moulding towns
We think, urbanisation'll fix us, yeah fix us,
and it would be fun
We set big goals
"Re"claimed land to build architectural marvels so fine
Broke all the rules
But weren't we the fools?
No no we, we, we didn't use our minds
And they were shaking all the trees
Witnessing this, I was pleased
Irate nature is feisty, not kind
I've been
Thunderstruck

And they were shaking all the trees
Witnessing this, I was pleased

Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
It's alright, we're doin' fine
It's alright, we're doin' fine, fine, fine
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, may we be, may we be
Thunderstruck, I've been Thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
I've been Thunderstruck