Snakes
Veranda and the hot tar
Gyprock and gum trees
45 degrees in the drought
There was snakes on the grass
When the storm’s rolling in
Billy cart from the tip
Dad did not like the rich
But we rolled it down the hill
It was fun as a kid
Getting toys from the tip
And underneath the dark clouds
That’s where we’d swim
Telephone polls in the cane field
Sweating by the sea
There was humidity
There were snakes at the beach
At the workplace
Snakеs by the dam
I was rolling in the mud
I was feral, I still am
And thеre’s snakes in the dunny
There were snakes in the shed
There were snakes at the house
There were snakes in the chook pen
Veranda and the hot tar
Gyprock and gum trees
45 degrees in the drought
There were snakes on the grass
When the storm’s rolling in
Billy cart from the tip
Dad did not like the rich
But we rolled it down the hill
It was fun as a kid
Getting toys from the tip
And underneath the dark clouds
That’s where we’d swim
Telephone polls in the cane field
Sweating by the sea
There was humidity
There were snakes at the beach
At the workplace
Snakеs by the dam
I was rolling in the mud
I was feral, I still am
And thеre’s snakes in the dunny
There were snakes in the shed
There were snakes at the house
There were snakes in the chook pen
I’ll like to change
But I know just how I was raised
Snakes, snake
Worked at the IGA
Now I'm a famous cunt
Snakes, snakes, snakes
Snakes, snakes, snakes
Cobras
Varanda e alcatrão quente
Gyprock e árvores de goma
45 graus na seca
Havia cobras na grama
Quando a tempestade está chegando
Billy carrinho da ponta
Papai não gostava de ricos
Mas rolamos colina abaixo
Era divertido quando criança
Pegando brinquedos da ponta
E sob as nuvens escuras
É onde nadaríamos
Pesquisas telefônicas no canavial
Suando pelo mar
Havia umidade
Havia cobras na praia
No local de trabalho
Snakеs by the dam
Eu estava rolando na lama
Eu era selvagem, ainda sou
E há cobras no escuro
Havia cobras no galpão
Havia cobras na casa
Havia cobras na caneta chook
Varanda e alcatrão quente
Gyprock e árvores de goma
45 graus na seca
Havia cobras na grama
Quando a tempestade está chegando
Billy carrinho da ponta
Papai não gostava de ricos
Mas rolamos colina abaixo
Era divertido quando criança
Pegando brinquedos da ponta
E sob as nuvens escuras
É onde nadaríamos
Pesquisas telefônicas no canavial
Suando pelo mar
Havia umidade
Havia cobras na praia
No local de trabalho
Snakеs by the dam
Eu estava rolando na lama
Eu era selvagem, ainda sou
E há cobras no escuro
Havia cobras no galpão
Havia cobras na casa
Havia cobras na caneta chook
Vou gostar de mudar
Mas eu sei exatamente como fui criado
Cobras cobra
Trabalhou no IGA
Agora eu sou uma boceta famosa
Cobras, cobras, cobras
Cobras, cobras, cobras