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