I close my eyes, only for a moment, and Hawaii’s gone
All my coal, fetish sell-out dreams, a monstrosity
Adjust to the wind
All Firefighters adjust to the wind
Same old song, poor fire management and nothing here to see
All I do, stumbles in the news by people refusing me
Adjust to the wind
All Australians adjust to the wind
Now, NZ hang on, orange skies last forever now the earth dies
It slips away
And all my coal won’t another minute buy
Adjust to the wind
All New Zealanders adjust to the wind
These pants are getting a bit tight round the waist, must have been sitting around too much. New Year’s resolution – get out and visit every State and show Government is there behind them – well behind mind you, away from the flames! Chuckle, the stretch of behind is the problem. My other resolutions dealing with first priorities for the country is I’m going to exercise my body and my mind, and then face all these CC fruitloops lean, hungry and fighting fit.
“Fuck! Maybe winning that “unwinnable” election wasn’t such a heaven-sent blessing after all.”
Will crocodile tears cut it or will I have to feign real concern?
Does my arse look big in these, or should I change into the black number.
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