LYRICS

The long black and the soft cigarette packs are the breakfast of sinners,
With our backpacks, shit-stirring and patience for mates getting thinner,
She said "Don't leave me.", I said "I'm leaving."
She held to my hand like a glove,
I choose to live in this hard part of town,
You can holiday north if you want.

It backfired and we all slowed down in that F3 fiasco,
I was tongue-tied, through the heat-waves off the tar I saw you through my rear view,
You know mining for gold in these Hollywood Hills is a pursuit for the strong and the young,
When this old man hits empty he fills up at a bar,
And I ponder the thing I've become.

At the Norville I stepped on pieces of glass,
We were at the Three Worlds by tea-time,
On my concrete mattress with one sheet in a basement near Sunshine,
While up in the airstream the big things move quickly,
Down here I trade insults with God,
Girl your wings are wated while you're living with me,
'Cos I am just wasted my love.

Well we got so close but things all upped and broke near the Cundletown turn-off,
That's near Taree, in my flashbacks we were all there just crouched in the ditches,
Some lose their jobs as the petrol gets pricey,
Others lose houses and others lose loves,
But our hearts keep on beating and our mouths still have words,
And I can still scratch your name next to mine in the mud.