Hyperbolic Ode to Sydney

Let's pretend I've been working all night
On the bus back to my place
Waiting for my escape
The house is crumbling old and falling down to nothing
Landlord demanding funding surplus of my pay cheque
The city outside's been dead since nine and I've gotta wind down
Need something to occupy me
Crack a beer out the back with my house mates
It's ten o'clock it's not late still we get a complaint

Holes in my walls
But nothing outside

Finally at the weekend full send
No clubs but we got a backyard
It's cheaper than a pubs
And we still can have a laugh
Old mates on the decks
One might say blasting
Drop a thing on a whim for a ping
Explore to your core where you can't break the law
Or chill in your seat, talk shit talk deep
All young not dumb but idealistic
Catching up with beloved old mates
Chatting to get through our work weekdays
On a purgatory wage, overtime unpaid
At a well known chain, oh my what a headache
And we're winding up to the real fun
And we haven't had enough but somethings near
Put an end to the cheer coz the cops are here
So stick to beer or you wont be in the clear

Invading our fun
Yes I'm off my chops
How about you fuck off
There's nothing outside

Come on let us have our harmless fun
We're all happy feeling laxed not hurting anyone
Shaking off our jobs blowing off our time off
And getting along but we're scum
Coz you found a bong

Let's pretend I've been nice all my life
And I never get in strife
And I drink my beer lite
I stick to one or two no more than a few time a week
As a treat, ah fuck you call that living?

Holes in my walls
Yes I'm off chops
How about you fuck off
There's nothing outside

How can we be when there's nothing outside
Go back to sleep there's nothing outside
How can we be when there's nothing outside
Go back to sleep there's nothing outside
How can we be when there's nothing outside
Go back to sleep there's nothing outside