Lyrics
We don't know how lucky we are
When the bough breaks we'll never fall far
Mama's gonna buy you a brand new car
We don't know how lucky we, lucky we are
Someone call this a lucky country
Where our leadership is second rate
So the world outside's got bigger problems
We expect it all on a silver spoon
On a nickel plate, in an iron cup
On a tax free bed of gold
This place here was built by misfits
English, Irish, Scottish convicts
But a lot has changed since that invasion
So don't forget that this is not England
That it's not Ireland
That it's called Australia
What are you so afraid of?
The world outside's already here
What are you all afraid of?
Our sons and daughters turning queer?
What are you all afraid of?
Surpluses and equal rights?
People in boats that cost you votes?
They'll take our jobs, they'll take our wives
And kill our vibe
We don't know how lucky we are
When the bough breaks we never fall far
Gina's gonna buy you a brand new car
We don't know how lucky we, lucky we are
Someone call this a land of plenty
Where pockets are deep but hearts are empty
"Fuck off, we're full!" these words were spoken
As he laid it in with a racist joke
With a heavy yoke, with a gavel stick
And a bootcap made of steel
I never wanna hear you say
That you're never gonna live that way
So we'll kill ourselves for our occupation
And we'll let those die that try to take them
So much pain, so little glory
But we'll do what we must for that trip to Rome
For that brand new phone, for that reno'd home
For that tax free bed of gold
What are you so afraid of?
The world outside's already here
What are you all afraid of?
Our sons and daughters turning queer?
What are you so afraid of?
Surpluses and equal rights?
People in boats that cost you votes?
They'll take our jobs, they'll take our wives
And kill our vibe
We don't know how lucky we are
When the bough breaks we never fall far
Tony's gonna buy you a brand new car
We don't know how lucky we, lucky we are
