The Razor’s Edge

[Hook: Omar Musa]
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
They got me saying
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
I'm living on the razors edge
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
Tell your friends that we ain't playin
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
'Cause time is going in the red

[Verse 1: Omar Musa]
Eenie meenie minie mo, catch a future by the toe
Barter with the price of hope, adios, feel that shit
When the dice are thrown on a private boat
With a human load, the human soul drown where the bodies float
Parting from the Javan sands, charting in the farthest
Harbours
Darker than the heart of man, cardiogram the rising waters
I am not a martyr, man I am just an artisan
Tell me, where's the moral compass Mr. Parli-man?
I told Scotty Morrison to his face
"You're a uncompassionate, national disgrace"
They tell me I have no manners
But I'ma spit the fuckin' profane truth till they close Manus

[Hook: Omar Musa]
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
They got me saying
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
I'm living on the razors edge
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
Tell your friends that we ain't playin
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
'Cause time is going in the red

[Verse 2: Omar Musa]
Patty cake, patty cake, blame it on the magistrate
Blame it on the fantasies and cameras of the nanny state
Wonder why we suffer from a lack of faith, agitate
A rebel state of mind, poured our pain out on the acetate?
State of fear, terror laws, privacy, civil rights
Stricken by the Border Force in the night, making me
Borderline suicidal, caught in the do or the die
Of a nation that's too entitled at war with the new arrivals
Ain't it a problem how we’re painted?
I'm the you hated, despised, demonised and degraded
Eyes getting jaded, I been feeling ill-fated
I swear that’s why my people love it that I made it
It's on

[Hook: Omar Musa]
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
They got me saying
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
I'm living on the razors edge
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
Tell your friends that we ain't playin
Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo
'Cause time is going in the red

[Verse 3: Omar Musa]
See the kids are slipping, sliding on the ice like a polar bear
And the summer’s getting hotter than a solar flare
Only fair, grip the mic and shoot it in the open air
Aim at smiling killers, talking Tony Abbott, Tony Blair
Couldn’t help but getting back up on that tip
Gold and gutter scholarship, spur 'em on like Popovich
What a trip, time is going in the red, golden stunners in my bed
Hear the voices in my head, telling me to rampage
"Go OBM, OBM, OBM go get 'em
They’ll trample on your whole fucken soul if you let 'em"
Crabs in the bucket struggle for survival
I scramble mixed metaphors, gamble when the dice roll
Sex, death, right, wrong, sugar, pain
A chest full of chains and my head full of strange-ness
Yes, I got my steps in the flames
Gasoline kicks and a spirit untamed, once again

[Spoken Outro: Omar Musa]
It was said
“Be afraid” and the people became afraid
I stood, a dwarf in a petrified forest
Watching them dance the ancient dance
There seemed joy in their terror, and laughter, too
People baked bullets into their bread
They chopped up newspapers and fried them
With sliced onions and sizzling steaks
They stroked surveillance cameras between their legs
They treated TV screens like wells
Dipping buckets into them, filling teacups
And offering them to neighbours
At times it held the shape of mirrors and men
But mostly, the fear spread across the waking earth
As if it was gas
And gas expands to fill whatever vessel it is put in
Today
A man would not serve me at the supermarket
A woman crossed the street to avoid me
An anonymous email wished death upon me
I, too, became afraid