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It's a Saturday night - I'm bored out of my brains
Nothing to do but fight and put up with all the pain
He threw a bottle at me - I threw nothing at you
Stand up for yourself or you're going to be screwed
Someone dropped off all the crims
Someone built up all the hate
Someone dropped off all the crims
On this island prison state
I don't want to be some lonely old man sitting by the bar
I don't want to be some redneck bogun driving way too fast
I don't really want to be standing in line,
waiting on the dole or thinking of crime
I don't really want to be wasting my time!
There's nothing to do but drive round and round
There's no getting out of this sleepy town
People don't fit - None of us fit
Now all we've got are colonial shits: me and you
Shooting at roos 'cause there's nothing to do
Killing for fun? I'm the sadist in you
Driving along - sucking on a bong
Drinking too much and puking all day long
Borrison Ivy - Live at Slobfest, Dubai
This song is "not the kind of thing you put on the Tasmanian Tourism Board CD" (Zahra Soar - 92FM).