Tyres Into The Milk

We're going across the salt plains
Like milk, that's Australian loneliness
We're having fun at the schizophrenics expense
Look at all our loving kids
That we looked after, pampered and nutured
While the geniuses who helped us learn
Are stigmatised with nails in brain
Won't you help them get married, and then bleed for them
Take their blows
Let them cut off your nose and then put your snot
Into the snot nursery
Where it will grow into born again from bogeymen