Birds Of Australia

It’s thirty five degrees, but it feels like thirty six with the humidity

My skin is crispy, like I’m an extra in Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome

You turn up the oscillating fan, and you bring a bowl of ice to me, and that’s nice for me

But it’s like an oven inside your childhood home

Take me out to the Werribee Sewage Treatment Plant

Show me the birds, maybe name each one for me

Kiss me down by the Werribee Sewage Treatment Plant

Those birds will sing a sunset symphony

Vanilla candles on the veranda, jacaranda petals on the pavement

Magpies are dialling up their modems: “mom, get off the phone!”

The Lord loves a loser, teenagers love basements

You kept your diary hidden underneath that stolen traffic cone

Take me out to the Werribee Sewage Treatment Plant

Show me the birds, maybe name each one for me

Kiss me down by the Werribee Sewage Treatment Plant

Those birds will sing us a sunset symphony

I’ve heard the birds of Australia

Talking amongst themselves

I think we think the birds of Australia

Are saying one thing, when they’re really saying something else

Can you hear the birds of Australia?

They’re looking at us when they call

Listen to the birds of Australia:

They’re saying

“Kill ‘em all!”