This morning the highway stank of its decay
The lines blurred together and heralded the way
Took me 2 hours to get through roadworks to improve
By then the corpse of whatever had died had been moved
The weeks flow together, days, they lose their names
Wake up in the morning to face more of just the same
You know, the 7 days a week, before 9 and after 5
Adds nothing but a few more lines 'round my eyes
Cause kids, the solution's to gain all those properties
Invest the future intergenerational equity
But all I inherited was biting my fingers
And a predisposition for mental illness
I will sleep on a stranger's floor
Through the screams and laughs from the guys next door
Cause my last housemate's goddamn reprobate
And I can't go home anymore
Next month is my last year that I'm a 'young person'
I still get ID'd for my nightly poison
'How are you, are you okay? My kid's 2 next week'
That's cool, I still hitch my tent up by Jackson's Creek
I've been conditioned to believe that I am useless
Kid, some people are born wrong, you cannot refute this
But god, I'm such a self-righteous sack of shit
My vanity's unbecoming, I guess you're not used to it
I swore one day I'd make a difference to this hellscape
But every day I rot away underneath the weight
Of opiates and copious whatever I find
Oh kid, your potential's been withered by time
Yeah, I'll still cross my fingers at the next budget
While the pollies and breakfast hosts scream about dole-bludgers
God, how f*cking dare you need help just to live?
Why the hell are you still here, what more can I possibly give?
Finally got permission from the boy's club
To one day marry the girl that I'll love
So sit down, shut up, what else is there to complain about?
My bitterness is endless, I'm sure I'll figure something else out
I'm lying in the back of my defected car
I'm slurring, 'sorry, I went too far this time'
'Sorry, I went too far'