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