Boredom

The 'burbs are growing like a fingernail

Slower than the dullest pain

I want the hunger and cold of the nights of old

When there was blood up to the Himalayas

I'm saying farewell to the welfare state

The only comfort is a caliphate

I'm guessing war sure beats any old North Shore beach

Or any Western Suburbs single player

I'm looking for the type of test

A cataclysm make me beat my chest

Man, any kind of 'ism' beats a singing competition

On a TV fat with gnash and wail

They got me singing in a different scale

Don't wanna push no pram or join a bikie gang

Or flip a burger for the infidel

Yeah, no one ever lives to tell

What’s at the bottom of an oil well

Boredom, boredom

I'm gonna take a pic down there

Put my index finger in the air

Boredom, boredom

Gonna tag it with my username

And you can flag it for its guts and brains

Got me a lawyer in the ACT

Got me the fuck out of the PNG

I'm telling y'all failed states, they ain't exactly great

But neither's prison in the Bismarck Sea

Terra’s firmer in the southern lands

And shock and awe is all for stretch Humvees

The casual exhibition of a recent acquisition's

All the intervention they got planned

I miss the hustle of the Baghdad days

It weren’t a shit hole in the late '80s

That thing with 'W', don’t let it trouble you

It’s all a distant hen’s night anyway

I hear ‘em screaming for a Chippendale

That looks like Eminem, it must be 2:00 AM

And it’s like nothing here is even real

You’re just so lucky that you get to feel

Boredom, boredom

I didn’t come here for the thrills and spills

I just like the way I don’t get killed

Boredom, boredom

You get the house, land, bang, the whole biz

If you can just remember where it is

Boredom, boredom

Don’t fucking tell me that you ain’t got room

You ever really seen a baby boom?

Boredom, boredom

Man, I was born in the cradle of civilisation

And I plan on dying in its tomb