| You can try holding up a payroll with your pants around your ankles
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| And a darkened plastic bag over your head
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| Tied on real tightly
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| Put sugar in the gas tank of your flat-tired getaway car
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| With an amputated arsehole at the wheel
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| You can’t tell me that it’s a real steal
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| And you will fail, You’ll go to jail
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| Try to viciously attack a Newtown Jets half backer
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| With both hands and legs tied behind your back
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| And a sultry shade of lipstick on your mouth
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| And if you somehow make it out
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| Call his mum a hooker on the way
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| Well today is really not your day
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| Try saving all the trees, or free the refuges
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| Or prove you’re not a coward by killing Johnny Howard
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| Murder all the Racists, welcome blokes from other places
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| Force everyone to stop eating meat
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| I wouldn’t bother getting off your seat
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| I wouldn’t bother trying you’ll just end up doing time
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| And if you want to make a difference you’ll just end up in a prison
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| Getting buggered every time you go to sleep |