Lyrics
Stoke the fire with a resurrection and you’re piercing through the surface
Tangled direction this old hermit thinks he serves a purpose for
Yelling at the television all day long
Yeah, everybody's got an inquisition song
Boiling hot politicians, kick 'em in the keister
Each year rolls into one, Mr. Speaker
Centennial perspective, it’s all up in the air
Centennial perspective, hot on the heels, myriad
Centennial perspective, it’s all up in the air
It ain't for the faint-hearted
Huffing and a puffing it's Satan's shout
Calling last drinks now
Mother nature's sobbing in the corner alone
Jesus with a tab in his mouth
Who's throwing bottles at the cover band
Medusa and her boa constrictors
Uh, oh, look at those limbs flailing with their
Walls covered in scripture
Huddled around the jukebox playing
The same tune every evening
Karaoke, godforsaken
Dead end dump where we do our waiting
Waiting for the new generation
Centennial perspective, it’s all up in the air
Centennial perspective, hot on the heels, myriad
Centennial perspective, it’s all up in the air
It ain't for the faint-hearted
Written by: Ambrose Kenny-Smith, Callum Shortal
