Taman Shud

Thud, thud, my heart pump blood

Whenever someone talks about my Taman Shud

Who ditched that fox-gloved snitch

And loaded him with poison like a pufferfish?

Why don't anybody feel like cryin'

For the Somerton somebody with the hazel eyes?

Why don't anybody feel like cryin'

For the Somerton nobody with the hazel eyes?

Thud, thud, my heart pumpin' blood

Whenever someone talks about my Taman Shud

He's gone and no one even cares at all

The earth won't answer and the sea don't mourn

I don't give a fuck about no Anzackery

I don't care you got it interest-free

I ain't gonna fret about it, lest we forget

Hey, fuck the Murdoch press, I'm sayin'

I don't get hung up on any carbon tax

Or Ned gettin' strung up for being a psychopath

I ain't really there with any class warfare

The only thing I care's about the

Thud, thud, my heart pumpin' blood

Whenever someone talks about my Taman Shud

He's gone and no one even cares at all

The earth won't answer and the sea don't mourn

For all of the probin' into whether he exists

The question's still as open as a radar dish, so

Ah, late 1948 is sendin' a transmission, but it's inchoate

Don't hate me for not carin' 'bout you losin' your job

I think you're gonna suit bein' a welfare slob

I don't give a toss about no Southern Cross

Or the gulag Union Jack, I'm sayin'

I don't give a fuck if you can't stop the boats

I ain't at a loss if Simpson's donkey votes

I don't care about no Andrew Bolt, or even Harold Holt

It's clear as mud

Mud, my Taman Shud

Everybody mouths off while they’re chewin' cud

Thud, thud, my heart pump blood

Whenever someone talks about my Taman Shud

Oh, why did anybody feel the need to lie

'Less that's Warsaw on the seashore on the day he died?

Don't nobody wonder where he been?

No tags, no wallet, and his brains dry-cleaned

Oh, I don't give a fuck about fuck off, we're full

I ain't gonna send my kids to private school

I ain't gonna grieve about no BHP

No silver spoons or minin' booms

I don't give a fuck about your brick and tile

I don't really care if you're a paedophile

I don't care about no MasterChef

It's as appetizin' as a

Whistle blower's doom or any French cartoon

Nothin' like a prune to make the death cults bloom

Why you think the whole world's gotta be like you?

Fuck Western supremacy

I ain't sittin' around being Gallipolized

One man's barbecue's another's hunger strike

Why'd I give a rat's about your tribal tatts?

You came here in a boat, you fuckin' cunt, hey

My Taman Shud

Everybody mouths off while they’re chewin' cud

Thud, thud, my heart pumps blood

Whenever someone talks about my Taman Shud

Huh, my heart pump blood

Whenever someone talk about my Taman Shud