[Verse 1] They promise clean hands, with skid marks in their basin big notes on the lectern, spruiking numbers that’ll never add up They were selling a slogan, now we’re all paying the bill while the pantry’s lookin' thin and the ledgers gone to hell, Every new fix is just a lick of fresh paint While the cracks stay wide, and the picture still taint [Pre-Chorus] They point to the crowd, you should check out the cost They'll call it "progress", Not a bleeding loss [Chorus] I’d rather be breathing in the Blue sky mine Than in business at the present time Does their budget ever get proof read? Surely about time the king stepped In? A Classic labor shitshow by design, Albo please resign [Verse 2] They’ll wrap their mess, in a ribbon of pride Then leave us to pay, for the rest of our lives Their buddies shrug' as they drive inflation sky high, Every fresh promise is a brand new lie They say it's compassion, it’s another closed door, On their base, broke in the gutter begging for more [Chorus] I’d rather be breathing in the Blue sky mine Than in business at the present time Does their budget ever get proof read? Surely about time the King stepped In? A Classic labour shitshow by design Albo please resign [Harp Solo] [Bridge] Out of ideas? Snake Chalmers bring in indigenous trackers to sniff out the next Tax Under the guise, of closing the gap Lets just label it “progress” Not a financial or cultural collapse [Key Change Up +2][Chorus] I’d rather be breathing down the Blue sky mine Than in business at the present time Does their budget ever get proof read? Surely about time the King stepped In? A Classic labour shitshow by design Albo please resign [Band Finishes] [A Capela Final Chorus] [Childrens Choir vocals only] I’d rather be breathing down the Blue sky mine Than in business at the present time Does their budget ever get proof read? Surely about time the King stepped In? A Classic labour shitshow by design Albo please resign
