Bolte & Dunstan Talk Youth

Blind to the charms of the Toecutter Arms
My labor to the east by knit and by darn
Looking for the world like a whelp at sea, the discoverer's cottage had a light on for me
I would lie on the porch and let the penny drop easy...

Duly, duly disabled, truly, truly lost

When I woke up it was dark
Lying on my side in the Parliament park
Puking up my pay in the gerbera bed
I could see the Premiers talking, hear the husbands in the garden stalking, Looking for rough love...

Duly, duly disabled, truly, truly lost
Beneath the coverlet, beneath the blanket of the morn

On my Exford legs, on my Exford walk
Bury my brains in my Exford talk
Til there's nothing I wouldn't do
To be sitting and talking with you