Five Yards

You're only one fad away from being retro You're only one drug away from liking techno You're only one glasses of pair from dyslexia You're only one Cleo mag from anorexia You're only five yards from a fuckwit You're only one download from this song's copyright You're only one Tim Tam away from cellulite You're only one phone call from captaining the Aussie side You're only one lifestyle show from suicide You're only one station from John Laws' shit You're only one labotomy from believing it. You're only one tabloid press from a lynch mob You're only one acting role from a real job You're only one strip of flesh from your bones You're only one species away from Alan Jones. You're only one small speck in space You're only one life, soon erased Be there none left on Eath but you One thing will still remain true: