Tasmania - Pond

Ain’t you clever to be loaded

Pursed lips exploded

I heard a click and noted, I froze and floated

Between checking how my gums eroded

You didn’t look like you were joking

When you said you’re into choking

Well I guess if we’re not into smoking

Then you gotta get your kicks

I gave what I had to give, with 48 hours in Tel-Aviv

Seems these kids just wanna live and let live

So take my love and get your kicks with it

I might go shack up in Tasmania

Before the ozone goes

And paradise burns in Australia, who knows?

Good luck with the service

I know you don’t deserve this

By the time you’ve heard this, I’ll be far

Far

Just another antipodean

But to Americans, I’m an alien

Dyed his hair again

How could I know where I’ve been

When I don’t know who I am?

I might go shack up in Tasmania

Before the ozone goes

And paradise burns in Australia, who knows?

I want to breathe, I want to breathe real air again

I wanna go back, I wanna go back

I left my phone in Sydney

All the stress outdid me

Should I be worried 'bout my kidney?

Or worried about war?