You can try holding up a payroll with your pants around your ankles,   And a darkened plastic bag over your head,    Tied on real tightly.   Put sugar in the gas tank of your flat-tired getaway car,    With an amputated arsehole at the wheel.   You can't tell me that it's a real steal.      And you will fail, You'll go to jail.      Try to viciously attack a Newtown Jets half backer,   With both hands and legs tied behind your back,    and a sultry shade of lipstick on your mouth,   And if you somehow make it out,    Call his mum a hooker on the way.    Well today is really not your day.      Try saving all the trees, or free the refuges.    Or prove you're not a coward by killing Johnny Howard.    Murder all the Racists, welcome blokes from other places.   Force everyone to stop eating meat.    I wouldn't bother getting off your seat.   I wouldn't bother trying you'll just end up doing time.    And if you want to make a difference you'll just end up in a prison,    Getting buggered every time you go to sleep.