Roaming the streets of Hobart town
A place so quiet it'll bring you down
No signs of life after nine at night
Hobart is sleeping while I take flight
Eastern shore has nothing but a breeze
People with issues that are hard to please
Whining 'bout the weather and the lack of fun
No wonder people here play with guns
Town has people with a harsh stare
Sandy Bay got folks with a highbrow glare
A council built by old school machines
Slowbart is boring know what I mean
Collins Street's got ghosts and empty bars
People licking old wounds from social scars
Even the devils here love to hide away
Boredom's the currency here every day
Salamanca Market's got the same old stalls
With trinkets and bottles lining the walls
A two-headed joke that's been told before
A town always divided between two shores
Town has people with that harsh stare
Sandy Bay got folks with a highbrow glare
A council built by donation machines
Slowbart is corrupt know what I mean
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Roaming the streets of Hobart town
A place so quiet it'll bring you down
No signs of life after nine at night
Hobart is sleeping while I take flight
Eastern shore has nothing but a breeze
People with issues that are hard to please
Whining 'bout the weather and the lack of fun
No wonder people here play with guns
Town has people with a harsh stare
Sandy Bay got folks with a highbrow glare
A council built by old school machines
Slowbart is boring know what I mean
Collins Street's got ghosts and empty bars
People licking old wounds from social scars
Even the devils here love to hide away
Boredom's the currency here every day
Salamanca Market's got the same old stalls
With trinkets and bottles lining the walls
A two-headed joke that's been told before
A town always divided between two shores
Town has people with that harsh stare
Sandy Bay got folks with a highbrow glare
A council built by donation machines
Slowbart is corrupt know what I mean
A place so quiet it'll bring you down
No signs of life after nine at night
Hobart is sleeping while I take flight
Eastern shore has nothing but a breeze
People with issues that are hard to please
Whining 'bout the weather and the lack of fun
No wonder people here play with guns
Town has people with a harsh stare
Sandy Bay got folks with a highbrow glare
A council built by old school machines
Slowbart is boring know what I mean
Collins Street's got ghosts and empty bars
People licking old wounds from social scars
Even the devils here love to hide away
Boredom's the currency here every day
Salamanca Market's got the same old stalls
With trinkets and bottles lining the walls
A two-headed joke that's been told before
A town always divided between two shores
Town has people with that harsh stare
Sandy Bay got folks with a highbrow glare
A council built by donation machines
Slowbart is corrupt know what I mean