On the edge of the world there's a limestone jail that stands It's the work of convict hands And we sleep on sacred bones While the sea breeze hollow moans And we sleep under languid fans and beside our phones And the very worst human beings I know are police or MPs So we stare out to sea And whisper to the sunset "Oh, it's nice to be on the edge of the world" On the edge of the world On the edge of the world On the edge of the world On the edge of the world On the edge of the world On the edge of the world On the edge of the world And I feel like I'm stranded It's nothing like I planned it I should be on a star, drunk at a Fitzroy bar I'll trade the swans for rats, live among rats Wear alluring hats I'm gonna move to the east and I'm never coming back And if the highway gets you down And if the violence gets you down And if Lateline gets you down And if your own faith gets you down And if the cokeheads get you down If Gina Rinehart gets you down And if the white guilt gets you down And if El Niño gets you down We've got the water We've got the water We've got the water for now