[Lyric] Craigieburn (Peter Bibby)

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