Going gone with the headlights still on.
Thongs stuck on the pedal and a spider is on the dash.
Red roos are spraying in the grass.
His car is dead in the desert. Now it's time to walk home.
Danger's still in the dust as it clears to the sky.
Smashed me bull bar, have a beer mate.
It looks bloody ugly from here mate.
Have another beer mate.
She'll be right mate.
For you.
Wake in fright mate
