You'll Go To Jail

You can try holding up a payroll with your pants around your ankles,

And a darkened plastic bag over your head,

Tied on real tightly.

Put sugar in the gas tank of your flat-tired getaway car,

With an amputated arsehole at the wheel.

You can't tell me that it's a real steal.

And you will fail, You'll go to jail.

Try to viciously attack a Newtown Jets half backer,

With both hands and legs tied behind your back,

and a sultry shade of lipstick on your mouth,

And if you somehow make it out,

Call his mum a hooker on the way.

Well today is really not your day.

Try saving all the trees, or free the refuges.

Or prove you're not a coward by killing Johnny Howard.

Murder all the Racists, welcome blokes from other places.

Force everyone to stop eating meat.

I wouldn't bother getting off your seat.

I wouldn't bother trying you'll just end up doing time.

And if you want to make a difference you'll just end up in a prison,

Getting buggered every time you go to sleep.