Australia Street - Sticky Fingers

It was a real sunny day, we were chilling in the land

Of the Camperdown Park, nobody had a frown

Reminiscing on the days when we used to have a blaze

Everybody came around and we laxed out on the laze

And I remember when we’d drink and we’d smoke

And we’d spar and we’d laugh

And the night would just go on and on

For the rest of my life, that memory will stay

Man, fuck, that was a good time

I don’t feel afraid from you

I don’t feel afraid from you

I don’t feel afraid from you

I don’t feel afraid from you

'Cause I’m high, chewing on your taste

Forever feels like such a waste

So many places to be, people to meet

In tropical heat

Well, see, now this was the time when everything was perfect

We can jump around to the sound of the music

When you feel it, the bass coming through the tremolo

Passages just seem to go real real slow

And this is what I want, and this is what you get

Come and share a toast for all our times we recollect

From the start into these bends, we unwind our weary heads

Being clever never sweats ya when forever has no end

'Cause I’m high, chewing on your taste

Forever feels like such a waste

So many places to be, people to meet

In tropical heat

I don’t feel afraid from you

I don’t feel afraid from you

I don’t feel afraid from you

I don’t feel afraid from you

You can not contemplate on all of what we’ve mastered

Compelled by different women as a strong current passes

All the little organisms swirling through the white

All my rested hollow bones ready to pick a fight

All my pity get witty and driven through the sky

All the faces that change, the same smile far and wide

I was coming down the other day, next thing I was years away

I only wish that we could stay, my brother