Salt

They’ll strip ya talent like the paint off a Valiant
There is nothing valiant than gettin people’s hopes and dreams and fucking it
These cunts see you as revenue
Work your arse off then they’ll fucking take a shit on you
They’ll ride you like a filly in the fifth at Flemington
Now you’re having smoko with codeine and a lamington
These fuckers are in it to win it
So don’t think for a minute they won’t tear up your contract and bin it
Who’s gonna pay back your debt
You rented a Hi-ace, this cunt owns a Corvette
Flip you like two up
Like your pockets spewed up
Stanley Knife what’s the range? I’ve got this bloodsucker in my sight
I can smell him on the wind the scent is strong
Armani and panic
Fuck around in the bush you get bitten
Fuck around in the scrub you get stung
The leeches are out to feed
We are the salt on you cunts
Dinners with hob knobs to give you a sell
Come home from a tour you can’t feed yourself
(what the fuck)
Everyone seems to make money but the band
Now you’re screeding concrete and it’s cash in hand
Ya thinking about what went wrong
While some talentless pig gets his arse licked in Hong Kong
Exploit you because you’re creative
No wonder you’re jaded
Fuck around in the bush you get bitten.
Fuck around in the scrub you get stung
The leeches are out to feed
We are the salt on you cunts
Fuck around in the bush you get bitten.
Fuck around in the scrub you get stung
The leeches are out to feed
We are the salt on you cunts
We are the salt on you cunts
Your BMW doesn’t mean fuck all out here
Your suit is torn and your face is gripped with fear
Righto pinecone I see him
He’s right through those trees there mate
Take the shot
Take the shot
Take the fucking shot
Take the shot
Orr Fucken got him ay
Calm down mate it’s almost over
Stanley knife got the blade for the ones you fucked over
And stood over for the cash in the clout
Reckon it’s fucken time that you feed us now
Fuck around in the bush you get bitten
Fuck around in the scrub you get stung
The leeches are out to feed
We are the salt on you cunts
Fuck around in the bush you get bitten
Fuck around in the scrub you get stung
Now it’s our time to feed
We are the salt on you cunts
Hey Stanley knife chuck us some of that rich fatty backstrap
Here ya go
Tastes Fucken good ay
Fuck yer
Don’t need no salt though
Cause we are the fucken salt
Orrr I’m fucken full as a goog ay
Might need a lie down