Country Cunt
[Chorus]
Australia, clap sticks cracking in the red dust
didgeridoo hum in my chest, just
ozzie in the mirror going “fair enough”
it’s a country ’cause it’s run by a cunt (hey!)
Australia, laugh so we don’t come unstuck
raise your glass, call it what it is, blunt
we’re a country with a crooked little front
yeah, a country ’cause it’s run by a cunt
[Verse 1]
Union Jack flutter
on the old post box
we’ve got sunburnt pollies
and a million rorts
Sausage on the bread roll
smile for the stunt
shake the hand, kiss the kid
still acts like a cunt
[Chorus]
Australia, clap sticks cracking in the red dust
didgeridoo hum in my chest, just
ozzie in the mirror going “fair enough”
it’s a country ’cause it’s run by a cunt (oh yeah)
Australia, laugh so we don’t come unstuck
raise your glass, call it what it is, blunt
we’re a country with a crooked little front
yeah, a country ’cause it’s run by a cunt
Written, produced - Rick Dean
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