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Prime Minister

from Cleaning The Dishes by Jack Davies

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lyrics

You're called our Prime Minister, but you're not really ours.
You're called our Prime Minister, but you're not really ours.
When you're sitting in your office or you're sitting in a bar,
I hope you're thinking of the people that you're pushing into harms way,
Stay, a little while sir, let me pour you another drink,
Let the whiskey warm your cold soul just enough for you to think,
About Nauru Island up in flames, Manus island up in flames,
About mouldy bread and burnin' kids and all the horrid shame.
I hope it keeps you up at night, I hope ya can't sleep at night,
I hope it slowly burns away at the cold soul inside.
I hope you're frightened of your future, hope you're frightened of our voice.
I Hope you're frightened of the ten million Australians who will rejoice when you are,
Thrown out of the senate, on to the cold hard floor.
I hope you're thrown out in the rain and ya watch them lock the door,
I hope ya forced to eat at soup vans, in Fremantle square,
So you can ask them how a hundred and twenty two million could help 'em there!
And when you're walkin' through the city streets, late night past all the bars,
Stumbling through alleyways, cigarette ridden paths,
I hope ya look up the night sky see it written in the stars,
I hope it's shouted from the rooftops, and every fucking star,
That you're called our Prime Minister,
But you're not really ours.

And when you're walkin' through the city streets, late night past all the bars,
Stumbling through alleyways, cigarette ridden paths,
I hope ya look up the night sky see it written in the stars,
I hope it's shouted from the bus stops, and every bloody car,
That you're called our Prime Minister,
But you're not really ours.

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from Cleaning The Dishes, released May 3, 2019

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Folk Rock from Walyalup

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