Admiral Fallow Burn
So there's trouble again on the eastern plains
As a floral tribute is draped from my back
It's the lure of the cattle market calling again
The ruby red cobweb
The sight I lack
And there's the fear that I hear
Oh, a hundred wailing sirens
The sound I'm drowned by
The tinnitus that lasts
As I burn with the heat of a thousand red flares
I could play dot to dot with the freckles on your face
And oh, the things I've done
And oh, the gravel tooth son
Burn me now like an ant with the magnifying glass
Leave me charred and let the wind blow away the ash
So I marked another tally and took a train back
To the town that raised me from tiny blade of grass
I was chased by a giant black spool of cellophane
That bound my body and cut off the gas
Was it the alcoholic blessing I gave myself
Or the counter move book I hold
Or the smell that rises post-heavy downpour
Or the groove down her back like a book's centrefold
And oh, the things I've done
And oh, the gravel tooth son
Burn me now like an ant with the magnifying glass
Leave me charred and let the wind blow away the ash
So there's trouble again on the eastern plains
And those sirens are all I hear
I was humbled by a industry and gave under the wright
Of the things I'd done by my 24th year
And oh, the things I've done
And oh, the gravel tooth son
Burn me now like an ant with the magnifying glass
Leave me charred and let the wind blow away the ash
