[Verse 1]
I’ve been living comfy in my beach police state
Where the road death toll duplicate at a fierce rate
I’ve been working on my health, tryin’ hard to change
But the change ain't a choice, it’s a State Gov PSA
Every action gets muffled by a law
Put in place to underscore the death that it caused
But instead of bangin’ heads together, shopping for a positive
The brain-stormers at the levers vote no tolerance
Whip crack on a sack of weed in a sock
Cops wastin’ resource out head-knockin’ the block
Make any new lock and the kids’ll be picking it off
That’s the nature of law enforcement
A piggy bank of court cost
Never ever smashed open, then openly gloat
‘Bout a crackdown, outta town home they honed
Where the sulphur stank forever
And a government ad made the neighbours get clever defendin’ their pad
Lock up a couple of big names in the “faculty”
Maintainin’ their innocence, same day that the magistrate
Takes aim at the populous, distrustin’ the lot of em
Up-spikin’ profit for bikies to make off of em
So now a fifty is jail time, from all different life walks
So all of my friends now are criminal eyesores
No matter their net worth, no matter their life cause
Contributing life source to Australian pie charts
And graphs for these underworld figures
Black market roll-call for hydroponic riggers
Misjudgin’ every attribute of compassionate humans
With a tattoo of distrust on the outside of the vacuum
Mine cash infiltrating television stations
Aussie underbelly pedestal of Ned Kelly
Embedded in the governing of every level meddled
For the benefit of valuing a metal over anything
[Chorus]
My state is a boa constrictor
Beautiful specimen, abundant elements
Mining for a backbone, paradise mouth
Padded up floors so we can’t fall down
Paternalist napkin catchin’ all the drips
So they break out the bars, erupt and have a fit
Since we’ve never felt trusted living in the west
Maybe we experiment a little and enforce.. less?
[Verse 2]
Now, I‘m not saying there should be less cops on the beat
I’m not saying there aren’t fuckheads that need to be policed
Swingin’ punches by lunchtime with that ‘land of the free’ punch-line
And the pride meter so high their night is a prize-fight
Knuckle-stained bucket kickers tickin’ off their lists
Snapback capped lads out amplifying risk
Born bred and labelled into sinking the piss
Same teat that dad sucked when pops snuck his first sip
But trip to Europe for a wine, beer or stiff
Where the population nightcap from the age of six
Is there a binge ‘til you biff Caucasian slapstick
Like any weekend on the corner of Lake and James Northbridge?
Or do you vibe on a little more trust?
Archaic ages of history on us
“Young roughs need a luck charm, guidebook or bible
Or How To for dummies out to brawl when the bar’s full!”
Maybe there’s incentives and schemes for the people
Where you invest trust and then reciprocate the equal?
A little bit of give and take instead of a no?
A little bit of please don’t, but smoke that at home?
A little bit of privilege for handling your bros
When they’ve put a few too many powders in their nose?
So every individual who can handle their alcohol
Might go out on the town without the violent and combatant fool
Shirt rip, glass smash, Hogan in their face
‘Cause they’d have less of a reason to be angry in the first place?
[Chorus]
My state is a boa constrictor
Beautiful specimen, abundant elements
Mining for a backbone, paradise mouth
Padded up floors so we can’t fall down
Paternalist napkin catchin’ all the drips
So they break out the bars, erupt and have a fit
Since we’ve never felt trusted living in the west
Maybe we example set and enforce less
