At night in the minefield, tuggin’ my uniform    Loose chaps and keeping tabs where I’m lying on    Where you suppose the interest came    In whose to receive here and whose to blame    Huh? I don’t get it .. C’mon       Shotgun ……… those shells and get those slippery suckers down    ASIO and the carrion crow could sure use you around    With your microphone hidden in my drawers    Why don’t you just beat me off with those claws    Hit it       I trust you just as far as low fat groceries    Wouldn’t you like to know whose tugging at my jeans    I’ll stick this friggin’ neck right down your cake-hole    Just as soon as let you mess with the love I know       It’s thuggery    It’s thuggery    It’s thuggery       It’s your time to shout get over it    Let the blood rush to my head    Come on little man    What don’t you get