Tasmania

Ain’t you clever to be loaded

Pursed lips exploded

I heard a click and noted, I froze and floated

between checking how my gums eroded

You didn’t look like you were joking,

When you said yr into choking

Well I guess if we’re not smoking

Then you gotta get yr kicks

I gave what I had to give, with 48 hours in Tel A’viv

Seems these kids just wanna live and let live

So take my love and get your kicks with it

I might go and shack up in Tasmania before the ozone goes

And paradise burns in Australia, who knows?

Good luck with the service

I know you don’t deserve this

By the time you’ve heard this I’ll be far

Far

Just another antipodean, but to Americans I’m an alien

Dyed his hair again

How could I know where I’ve been when I don’t know who I am?

I might go and shack up in Tasmania before the ozone goes

And paradise burns in Australia, who knows?