My nose and throat feel like they are filled with sand
That means it’s about the end of September again
And there are Aussie bands overseas and the football is finished
So there is nothing to watch on the weekends
And my weeks end with getting drunk off thirty bucks
Sitting at home out the front smoking darts
Watching the old blokes drive home after they’ve had too much
You can tell by the way they stumble through the car park
(selfish cunts)

And in my apocalyptic nightmare Red Symons was there
He said ‘When you make it to the afterlife don’t ever feel scared
All the questions that you have you’ll find all your answers’
And I thought what the fuck are you doing here?!
And at the engagement again Nan made it up the stairs
She said ‘Thanks for the chance for me to do this again’
And on the walk home the ocean filled up to our necks
All I could do was reach out and grab for your hands

And sometimes you say my hair’s dead and I need a haircut
Sometimes you say what I say isn’t enough
Sometimes it feels like I could die
With the lump in my throat that won’t ever subside
Every time I lay awake and listen to you cry

I’m just the piece of shit you happened to step in
So go on and on and make me feel like it
The Preston Car Thief has struck again
I still haven’t read the book your Dad gave me
And I try and try to meet all her desires
Cause she wants me to be tender, but I always offend her
And if I were you and you were me
You’d understand that I’m trying so fucking hard..

When it gets tough
Let’s go out and have fun
Spend the money we don’t have
Smoke what Mum calls green stuff
Go out, get home, fall asleep and wake up
And remember that we’re young and dumb