You'll Go To Jail - Frenzal Rhomb

You can try holding up a payroll with your pants around your ankles

And a darkened plastic bag over your head

Tied on real tightly

Put sugar in the gas tank of your flat-tired getaway car

With an amputated arsehole at the wheel

You can’t tell me that it’s a real steal

And you will fail, You’ll go to jail

Try to viciously attack a Newtown Jets half backer

With both hands and legs tied behind your back

And a sultry shade of lipstick on your mouth

And if you somehow make it out

Call his mum a hooker on the way

Well today is really not your day

Try saving all the trees, or free the refuges

Or prove you’re not a coward by killing Johnny Howard

Murder all the Racists, welcome blokes from other places

Force everyone to stop eating meat

I wouldn’t bother getting off your seat

I wouldn’t bother trying you’ll just end up doing time

And if you want to make a difference you’ll just end up in a prison

Getting buggered every time you go to sleep