The Grafter's Arms Lyrics

Dark Bush, modern day master bard

I'm out shapeshifting with the Bunyip

Taught me how to do it, it's a trip

Lift my silver smoke to the sky and cover it with dirt

Spirits poured out on the earth

Out from the creek bed into the dell

In this hollow, yer, they're treated well

Chaos as sure as this pack gonna sell

Crystal from the spring, alpine melt

I wanted to bring that .22 in for show and tell

Uncle Emu Phil never yelled

And those grass trees always swaying

Orange flash, and the hounds start baying

Water wars, farmers, charity cases

Bad intentions and some opal bracelets

Missing plasma, smashed backdoor

Dripping platelets, just for funding basics

Been sitting in those rooms, call them The Grafter's Arms

In the grip of moods that last for months, not calm

Dark Bush, modern day master bard

Make merry, have a drink in The Grafter's Arms

Been sitting in those rooms, call them The Grafter's Arms

In the grip of moods that last for months, not calm

Dark Bush, modern day master bard

Make merry, have a drink in The Grafter's Arms

I'm spitting real life and some folklore

Sick of it, don't want to boast more

I want a better way, like a mentor

Make the most 'fore we get sent off to the next trench war

Coming for throats with teeth like a buzzsaw

Existence is a bloodsport

Offerings, what you think this cup for

No chafing when I tell you a cunt's raw

Been sitting in those rooms, call them The Grafter's Arms

In the grip of moods that last for months, not calm

Dark Bush, modern day master bard

Make merry, have a drink in The Grafter's Arms

Been spitting in those rooms, call them The Grafter's Arms

In the grip of moods that last for months, not calm

Dark Bush, modern day master bard

Make merry, have a drink in The Grafter's Arms

I'm still waiting for it to all come back and bite, bra

Did I push too far? Can call me a try-hard

Long way from pockets full of foil, at the push-bike start