The Centrelink Blues
See the singlets and bare feet
Walking up to the stairs to meet
Their masters behind a desk
They’ve got to claim the best
They could do in two weeks
The stepping stones and pillars
Leading the way to the doors
To the people with computers
And money lying on the floor
I’ve never felt centrelink blues before
Try to catch the eye, of the boss
His road you dare to care to cross
The man with all the green paper
He says “not today man, later”
You think “well it ain’t my loss”
There’s a young lady, drunk on the road
She’s crossing, with her skin showin’
She don’t want a job, she can’t work
She can’t work, but she wants more
I’ve never felt these centrelink blues before
