I'm an Australian man If I have a reputation I'll disprove it if I can I'm real good at good But you should see my bad As hot as yo mumma And as cool as... your dad... Chorus: I'll give you all All that I can I'll be your modern day ole fashion man... I'll take you in the morning And of course I can't leave you alone at night I'll give you flowers every time that you lose a fight Yes, I am a smart-arse This I cannot hide But I'll let you see me I will let you see inside... Repeat Chorus I may not have claim on all of your time But while I do I want the world to know that you're mine Because I can open jars I'll give you jackets when you're cold I'll give you good times And a hand to hold... Repeat Chorus X 3

Your bag is in my hallway Your photo's on my wall But I can't see them clearly In fact I can't see at all Maybe you're at his place Maybe he's at yours And maybe I'm more broken Than I've ever been before Chorus: This is not me speaking No, this is someone else Someone regretting That he had ever felt What a waste of money Down this old wishing well But I hear no splash I hear no splash So I've got my new green wings on To fly me 'round the world What a handy anaesthetic To numb me from that girl And though no tears are falling They gather in my throat All tied into a knot now They surround me like a moat Repeat Chorus Please collect your things They're waiting for you at the door Please collect your things 'Cos I can't be here anymore... So I've taken out your picture From the sentimental frame You really haven't changed much And I look just the same There's no clouds in the background 'Cos they were all ahead All hidden from my eye-line By all the things you'd said. This is now me singing My voice coming back I can hit a high note And it probably won't crack What a waste of energy On a love that won't come back You won't come back You won't come back You won't come back You won't come... back.

I lie there You just lie I cry out You just cry We came from strange directions But arrived here just the same You're caught up I've come undone They want a daughter But I'm not the one You came from strange directions But arrived here just the same I say: Come on, come on, You say: Come on, come on They say: Hold on, hold on. I love you You love me But they are terrified Of setting you free Its a sad, sad situation Two kinds of love Two worlds apart. I lie there You just lie I cry out You just cry We came from strange directions But arrived here just the same You're caught up I've come undone They want a daughter But I'm not the one You came from strange directions But arrived here just the same I say: Come on, come on, They say: Come on, come on Now you say: Hold on, hold on.

Baby, there's not much left for you to take tonight I've got twenty dollars and a pack of cigarettes And Ma, she's not that far away now But far enough away to seem a comic tragic figure And Dad's not that much older than me tonight And landlord knows that he's no richer And I'm not ready for this close-up, Mr De Mille Oh but I'll fill every corner of this uneven picture Take these bones and break them to make me wings That I can fly away on Take these empty veins and fill them with wind That I can sail away on. This dot-to-dot life is no longer connected The optimist in me has retired And everything's broken like glass; or waves; or girl's hearts And I don't take plastic anymore, so cheque in with me Take these bones and break them to make me wings That I can fly away on Take these empty veins and fill them with wind That I can sail away on. Make me make sense again Kindly won't you wake me when I don't have to blindly drive on Rent me a new lease on life A slightly smoother landing strip Than I can land alive on Give me something concrete Or maybe something to believe in A slightly happy end Or just buy me one more ticket To some place we've never heard of Where we can be free again... Take these bones and break them to make me wings That I can fly away on Take these broken wings and put them in my bones That I might rest my life on Take these sailing winds and put them in my blood That I might shed some light on me Take these bones and break them to make me wings That I can fly away on...

There's always one Who think that they know better Who think they have a right To know and to judge And I never Draw the line I let it fester and swell And get the better of me Not this time... not this time Because this time I've got my battle axe Sharpened and swinging Heads will roll tonight High School heads Uni heads Workmate heads It's come to this. Different people Always asking the same questions Do you think I haven't asked And found my own answers You undermine Everything With insipid chatter It shouldn't matter. But this time I've got my battle axe Sharpened and swinging Heads will roll tonight Australian Heads American Heads English Heads... ...It's a coalition I'm willing to break... There's always a way To make your life seem better Without making mine Your front-page news So leave me be And don't make me Ashamed to be All that I am.

I have all my wounds sewn up And all my bandages undressed I have all my resources packed now In my brown satchel-bag I carry my life inside I'm ready to heal I have all my questions in columns And all my answers fit in the lines I have all your songs in an album And all your pictures ready to fade I'm ready to heal I have all that I need With my extended family You have no right to make me bleed To make me bleed I have an older sister who'll kick your arse If you hurt me one last time I have a younger sister who's got my back Who helped me get myself back From the edge where you left me. I'm ready to love again