Hazards On

Tell me about those wanker townies
Passing through the other week
Voices loud and posture proud
With opinion on everything
These country roads weren't built for Sunday drivers
You should have another drink
That wasn't an offer, it was an order
Me, I'm on number three
It's gonna take a couple more
Before I feel anything
Been fencing all the live long day
And it's time to forget such things
Clocks are sifting shy of six p.m

Matt's got one last diesel can
That's eight point zero percent
Nanny state shit cunts got a word in
On the alcohol contеnt
Of the piss we knuckle down to sink
I rеckon they're missing the mark
'cause on the main drag there are four grog stops
All open long after dark
The district council's got a kangaroo loose
In the top paddock