Adelaide
On a plane
Far from the United States
Of LA
Dropping in from outer space
Takes a day
Now I see the bogans
At the motor race
Here you know the world could turn
Or crash and burn
And you would never know it
Going where the air is clear
There's better beer in Adelaide

Charlie L. Smith's forty
Someone spiked my rice
The rest, history
Now I am a fixture down

Rundle Mall

Son, look at all the people in this restaurant
What do you think they weigh?
Out the window to the parking lot
At their SUV's, taking all of the space

They give no fuck
They talk as loud as they want
They give no fuck
Just as long as there's enough, for them

Gonna get on the microphone down at WalMart
Talk about some shit that's been on my mind
Talk about the state of this great nation of our's

Smile
Like you've got nothing to prove
No matter what you might do
There's always someone out there cooler than you

I know that's hard to believe
But there are people you meet
They're into something that is too big to be

Expressed
Through their clothes
And they'll put up with all the poses you'll throw
And you won't

Even know
that they're not sizing you up
They know your mom fucked you up