Climate (Triple J Live at the Wireless) Songtext
von Ruby Fields

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