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jack davies and the bush chooks - prime minister كلمات الأغنية

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, m-n-s 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 bus stops, and every f-cking 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 bl–dy car
that you’re called our prime minister
but you’re not really ours

- jack davies and the bush chooks

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