Craigieburn

We keep fucking up these bed sheets It's making me feel cheap Why don't we sleep out in the garden? In the warmth of the compost heap You like those natural aromas don't you lady? I've got some seeds, we could grow ourselves a feed Do you want to have it with me baby? So turn the tap on for me darling The roots are squirming for a taste Turn up the pressure just a whole lot more let's drown this fucking place But you've got those water restriction concerns I heard you talking about it lady Local economy shaping the lives we lead Don't you fucking hate it? Tommy do you really want this kid? Or should we just fucking get rid of it? I've never met it, don't know if I want to get to know it Do you feel what I'm saying to you baby? Let's talk it over in the morning, sip a cuppa Let's take a look at our finances How do you feel about concrete? How do you feel about stone? I know a man out in Craigieburn He'll get us a good deal on a home loan How do you feel about Craigieburn? We could own a home We could carry on We could sell the spade We could move to a pokey state We could carry on With so many places to shop