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 you're into choking Well I guess if we're not into smoking Then you gotta get your kicks I gave what I had to give, with 48 hours in Tel-Aviv Seems these kids just wanna live and let live So take my love and get your kicks with it I might go shack up in Tasmania Before the ozone goes And paradise burns in Australia, who knows? 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 shack up in Tasmania Before the ozone goes And paradise burns in Australia, who knows? Who knows? I want to breathe I want to breathe real air again I wanna go back, I wanna go back I want to breathe I want to breathe I left my phone in Sydney All the stress outdid me Should I be worried 'bout my kidney? Or worried about war?