| land of mangoes and water wars
|
| backdrop these skin cancer sun kissed shores
|
| cattle on the cane strain through them tropical rain storms
|
| to bless this asbestos island with the best reward
|
| the end of the earth
|
| it’s worth it’s weight in wisdom
|
| the end of the earth
|
| come thirst that state of delirium delirium
|
| cold pressed prawn cocktails and air-conditioners
|
| indulge sore souls born to a terracotta world
|
| XXXX, triple X and excess dollar sign pleasures, will ya tell us what it’s
|
| worth?
|
| this big fruit, this big lobster, this dodgy disaster of a culture is it what
|
| we stand for?
|
| the end of the earth
|
| it’s worth the wait in wisdom
|
| the end of the earth
|
| come thirst that state of delirium
|
| water wars are coming
|
| law is in dispute
|
| so round up them cane toads
|
| and cook em, cook em, cook em into soup
|
| it’s wired it’s wired
|
| the end of the earth
|
| it’s the perfect place for a prisoner
|
| the end of the earth
|
| come thirst the end, the end of the earth
|
| surprisingly lively you’ll find most likely at the end of the earth
|
| no law can restore the thirst of our interior so
|
| make the most of what it’s worth
|
| the end of the earth |