| Veranda and the hot tar
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| Gyprock and gum trees
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| 45 degrees in the drought
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| There was snakes on the grass
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| When the storm’s rolling in
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| Billy cart from the tip
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| Dad did not like the rich
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| But we rolled it down the hill
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| It was fun as a kid
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| Getting toys from the tip
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| And underneath the dark clouds
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| That’s where we’d swim
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| Telephone polls in the cane field
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| Sweating by the sea
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| There was humidity
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| There was snakes at the beach
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| At the workplace
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| Snakes by the dam
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| I was rolling in the mud
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| I was feral, I still am
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| And there’s snakes in the dunny
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| There was snakes in the shed
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| There was snakes at the house
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| There was snakes in the chook pen
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| Snakes at the vet, snakes in the shed
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| Where we all slept our heads
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| Where the four of us rest
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| There was snakes in the long grass
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| I submit to change
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| But I know how I was raised
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| Shed my skin just like the snake
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| And I worked at IGA
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| And it was great, snakes
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| Dad was a craney
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| And mum worked and studied
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| I was swimming in the brunny
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| I was buckteeth and pale
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| I like work more than education
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| Doesn’t mean that I am stupid
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| I just like my independence
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| Wasn’t a loser, definitely a loner
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| Working at the workplace
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| IGA and big snakes
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| Shed in the chook pen snakes
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| I submit to change
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| I am just like the snake
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| Shed my skin
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| I’ll like to change
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| But I know just how I was raised
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| Snakes, snake
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| Worked at the IGA
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| Now I’m a famous cunt
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| Snakes, snakes, snakes
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| Snakes, snakes, snakes |