Climate (Triple J Live at the Wireless)

Oy, pass us the bug spray, would ya?

I'm getting sick of being eaten alive

And chuck another beer at the curtain

Pretty sure I've only had about five

A pretty nice job, either way, it may, what a view

Had a belter of a day and I'm pretty beat, how about you?

Darling, did you bring me a Birra?

You know my whiteness don't do well in this climate

We've driven out real far

Getting bored to laughing at how fucked we are

Made a mad set up in my car

Let's not let all of this get too hard

We're having an early dart

And God, don't you look gorgeous?

How's this for a daily start?

You even look good when you're yawning

Let's go visit some hell hole pub

Joints with signs that have seen better days

I'll pay with dirty pocket coins, I'll have a few

Then be on our way

Darling, could you teach me to make a spot?

I've never quite gotten a date near you down

We've driven out real far

Getting bored to laughing at how fucked we are

Made a mad set up in my car

Let's not let all of this get too hard

We can take turns with the driving

You can tell me how hard your life's been

Don't let any more mozzies in

Let's just go to bed and zzzap this stupid thing