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?