Jesus just tapped me on the shoulder
I thought I hadn’t paid my fare to heaven
So I asked how much that fare is
He just said come to me my son
Be with me when you choose
Pay what you will
But beware of Satan’s free ride

Lucky for our tat to tat
And a good thing we were late
We didn’t quite make our gate
Could’ve been a real bad date
With a nesting magpie that we hate
He got the postman oh! What fate

Gather up your knives
You bastards
Throw them, throw them
Do not be defeated by fear
You challenge and then you fade
The Caucus lays you low
A facade of absolute granduer
Pity the constituents
I must survive
I must think of the benefits for me
And can I interest you in politics my friend
The Right Honourable what, who?

I’m moving can you feel the quivering of my body
Can you see the arrow through my heart?
The blood adrift this last stage
Can you not save me now at this point of no return?
And where do I channel my screams right now
To your beautiful breast
Will you listen?
Will you hear?
Shall I state my love one last time?
Oh! Marion
I love you my dearest and I have been beaten
Of all I have done it is you who has lost.

A friend will hold you when you cry
They will laugh with you when you are happy
And murder you with kindness when they love
Above all they are your friend
Lift you when times are so bad
And build you when the world is against you
Run an errand at anytime
Pray for the things you need and enjoy your friends
They will be there when that’s all it takes
And listen with intent
Share in your successes and your dreams
And want absolutely nothing in return

Then a goanna
Then a python
And then an aboriginal
I was outback
Then an anthill
Then a euro
And a beautiful gin
A waterhole so cool
Surrounded by children
So sacred
My black friends found me
We danced
We regaled
We hunted and ate at the campfire
We laughed
We prayed for the children
And then we all cried

Some sort of soul that
And you expect the world to beckon
And your stage to shine
Your heart just demands

As you wish my lovely
How’s your memory about Jack
Hope your doin’ real fine
The world is falling in behind your claims to fame

And there you are again
A ‘top that mountain with Robert
Pity the peons
Your gardeners your aides your sanity

Say what
The world owes you something
Well let the queue begin
I am way down back

When will you learn?
Life is closer to death than death is to life
Life is a short contract
But death is forever
A contract never lost

Mr Thomas I love your flag
Your people
Your land
Your sun
And your passion
The Union Jack is fine
And your flag rates equally
Both flags will fly together
And under both flags
Australians will die
Somewhere
Sometime

Then in a happy moment
I thought of you
I pondered things we did well
Things we did rue

I dreamt of a comeback
A second coming if you like
A recovery of old
But I knew of your psyche

The trouble that you caused
And all the lies you told
The manipulation of the truth
The drunken nights so bold

The loneliness you felt
Whilst you craved another
Another truth untold
Left for me to uncover

Then in another happy moment
It hit me
You only had to go to him
And you would set me free