A long weekend
in Sydney as I enjoy Australia Day
Forty beers,
some Bundy rum, and then I’m on my way
I’m lookin’ for
a knuckle, somewhere to have a blue
Coz I’m an
Aussie arsehole, are you an arsehole too?
I’m fourteen years
old and I’ve just stolen your car
I put on the false plates I nicked;
it’s got a huge crash bar
I saw blue
lights in my mirror, so I stamped the pedal down
The coppers in
their Divvy van chased me all round town
I don’t have a
license coz I don’t know how to drive
When you see
the mangled mess I made, it’s a wonder I’m alive
But I’ve got a real
great future though, ‘gonna be a brainy surgeon
Might be somewhat
difficult, coz I’m a high school virgin
Into my house
in Padstow, burst some uninvited thugs
They beat us
with some baseball bats, stole all my bloody drugs
Ten coppers in
their riot gear, didn’t need a GPS
They’ve been here
more than 20 times, and my head’s a bloody mess
The copper
asked me questions, “do you know the men who hit you”
I do but won’t
be sayin’; truly, would I shit you?
We don’t talk
to coppers in this town, it simply isn’t done
If I do they’ll
just come back again, next time with a gun
In a quiet
street in Canley Vale, a teenager lies dead
A kid who at just
seventeen took a bullet in the head
He was linked
to outlaw bikie gangs, strange for one so young
The Commancheros
and the Nomads, oh, and Notorious just for fun
Another coward
punch victim, lies in intensive care
His body
bruised and bloodied, his eyes open but not there
He was minding
his own business; he was out for a good night
He then became
the victim of a single person fight
Another great
weekend in Sydney, as our young men get on the beer
And the girls
don’t mind a skinful, it’s as Aussie as New Year
Our coppers
they get spat on, some get kicked and punched
As I watch the
news, I burst with pride, aren’t we an arsehole bunch
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