I’m just a straight-up guy who’s heard too many lies
I seen them petrify into this crumbling edifice
Don’t he just look a sight? I can’t believe my eyes
I’m frankly horrified it should have come to this
Are you educated? Are you educated? Are you educated Yet?
Are you agitated? Are you agitated? Are you agitated yet?
Are you organised? Or otherwise occupied?
I don’t have all the clues I can’t make no sense of it
There’s them as say they do... could you really give a shit?
How do you hope to pull it off when it’s bogan versus toff?
How will you know when to stop when your boss calls out the cops? eh?
And when they come for us that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook
You might not fight or fuss. That just makes you twice as fucked
So what’s the use of all your bitching now the cops are in the kitchen?
They’ll be rooting through the knife rack. It’s a bit too late to fight back
You can’t choose your future. You can choose your company
I don’t want your future
I don’t want it choosing me