Try to label the faces. Yeah... just chill, mate! Every shade under the sun, living in the zone, Ripping on each other just to make the place home. No filters in the yard, no rules on the floor, We throw a bit of muck then we ask for some more! They look down their noses from the top-tier shelf, But out in the dust, you just laugh at yourself. They think we’re gonna break when the heat starts to rise? Nah, mate. Watch the sparks hit the skies! Give us a zip-tie. Give us a jack. Give us an AU on a gravel track! No money in the bank, but we got the regime Backyard kings running on steam! Look out. Watch this. Where’re you at? Grab ya pluggers! Slip! Slap! Slop. “JUST! JUST! JUST CHILL MATE!” Gutted out car with a missing door. Motorised esky on the concrete floor. East Coast, West Coast, wave your hand. Welcome to the wild and crazy land! You call it a breakdown? We call it a start. Living the Aussie way is a fine-art chart! Live it! Breathe it! Learn the way! Keep your foot down. Don't stop. Go! "GRAB YA PLUGGERS!" Did the bumper bar just fall off? Too right, mate! She’ll be right!
