. --- [Intro - Tractor Engine Idling, Country Acoustic Guitar Lick, Warm Hammond Organ, Spoken Monologue] *(Spoken - thick UK accent, dry & conversational)* "Griffith, New South Wales, nineteen-seventy-seven. Robert Trimbole... 'Aussie Bob'. To the locals, just a humble fruit seller in debt. To the syndicate... the architect of the Grass Castles." [Verse 1 - Zompige 70s Funk Bass, Laidback Boom-Bap Break, Acoustic Guitar] Bankruptcy papers lying on the kitchen stand, Before Aussie Bob turned Griffith into Promised Land. Swapped the fruit crates for acres of the green leaf, Building up an empire underneath the town's belief. Politicized police looking right the other way, While the Italian syndicate was stacking up the pay. Pumping out the cannabis, shipments in the truck, Turned a bankrupt gambler into endless luck. Donald Mackay started speaking at the town hall, Pointing at the mansions, waiting for the mafia to fall. July nineteen-seventy-seven, hotel car park space, Three spent cartridges, Donald left without a trace. [Pre-Chorus - Swelling Brass Section & Dusty Turntable Scratches] *(Scratch: "Aussie Bob... Griffith king... blood in the soil!")* From a local vegetable shop to a million-dollar trade, Covering the bodies with a heavy iron spade! [Chorus - 70s Ital-Disco Funk Bassline, Horn Section, Warm Backing Vocals] **AUSSIE BOB BUILT THE CASTLES IN THE GRASS!** First chapter of the era where the money moved fast! From the Griffith orange groves to the Sydney supply, Putting down anyone who dared to ask why! Yeah, **ROBERT TRIMBOLE, THE UNTOUCHABLE FRUIT!** *(Scratch: "Grass Castles... first boss... run to Spain...")* Laying down the foundation for the syndicate root! [Verse 2 - Driving Funk Groove, Percussion, Hammond B3 Chords] Mackay’s blood stained the asphalt in the dark, First political hit that left an everlasting mark. Royal Commission started sniffing round the farm, While Trimbole stayed cool, relying on his charm. Laundering the cash through the racecourses tight, Flying out to Ireland in the middle of the night. Fled the continent before the handcuffs could click, Playing every agency with the oldest mob trick. [Chorus - 70s Ital-Disco Funk Bassline, Horn Section, Warm Backing Vocals] **AUSSIE BOB BUILT THE CASTLES IN THE GRASS!** First chapter of the era where the money moved fast! From the Griffith orange groves to the Sydney supply, Putting down anyone who dared to ask why! Yeah, **ROBERT TRIMBOLE, THE UNTOUCHABLE FRUIT!** *(Scratch: "Grass Castles... first boss... run to Spain...")* Laying down the foundation for the syndicate root! [Bridge - Bare Acoustic Guitar & Double Bass, Shovel Digging Sound FX] *(Spoken - rhythmic, cold)* "They never found Donald Mackay’s body. And Bob? He died in a Spanish hospital before Australia could touch him." [Chorus - 70s Ital-Disco Funk Bassline, Horn Section, Warm Backing Vocals] **AUSSIE BOB BUILT THE CASTLES IN THE GRASS!** First chapter of the era where the money moved fast! From the Griffith orange groves to the Sydney supply, Putting down anyone who dared to ask why! Yeah, **ROBERT TRIMBOLE, THE UNTOUCHABLE FRUIT!** *(Scratch: "Grass Castles... first boss... run to Spain...")* Laying down the foundation for the syndicate root! [Outro - Acoustic Guitar Fades, Shovel Digging FX, Abrupt Tape-Stop Finish] *(Spoken - calm, cold, deadpan)* "May 1987. Alicante, Spain. The grass empire crumbles." *(Subtle vinyl scratch, heavy shovel impact on dirt, sudden abrupt tape-stop finish)*
