We keep fucking up these bedsheets
It's making me feel cheap
Why don't we sleep out in the garden?
In the warmth of the compost heap
And you like those natural aromas
Don't you lady?
I've got some seeds, we can grow ourselves a feed
Do you want to have it with me maybe?
So turn the tap on for me, darling
The roots are squirming for a taste
Turn up the pressure just a whole lot more
Let's drown this fucking place
Ah, but you've got those water restriction concerns
I heard you talking about it lady
Local economy shaping the lives we lead
Don't you hate it?
Well, tell me do you really want our kid?
Or should we just fucking get rid of it?
I've never met it, don't know if I want to get to know it
Do ya feel what I'm saying to you, baby?
Let's talk it over in the morning, sip a cup
And let's take a look at our finances
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Tell me how do you feel about concrete?
How do you feel about stone?
I know a man out in Craigeburn
He'll get us a good deal on a home loan
How do you feel about Craigeburn?
We could own a home
We could carry on
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We could sell the spade
We could move to a pokey state
We could carry on
With so many places to shop
We could carry on
We could sell the spade
We could move to a pokey state
We could carry on
With so many places to shop
We could carry on