In a Sydney state of mind
The roaches in the floorboards
And the roaches in the streets
Are scheming their lifestyle moves

Crawling over well-appointed
Painted-over switches and windows
That ain’t opening to prove
Nothin’ to the lords of our homes
Now that I’m longer in the teeth
Getting longer in the teats, bled dry
One’s gotta give it to the guy on the streets
He’s got Netflix open too

Get your hand out of my pocket man
I only got enough room for me
My birds, a bed and a cuck chair
And that damn desk I live on
To pay for the place I work in

Thrown bullets, spears and orange peels
Gyprock walls with holes
No internet to send a signal
To turn my light bulbs off
Carbon credits for my ashes
Pay my guilt with sorrow

Get your hand out of my pocket man
I only got enough room for me
My birds, a bed and a cuck chair
And that damn desk I live on
To pay for the place I work in