Edge of the World, Pt. 2

On the edge of the world there's a limestone jail that stands

It's the work of convict hands

And we sleep on sacred bones

While the sea breeze hollow moans

And we sleep under languid fans and beside out phones

And the very worst human beings I know are police or MP's

So we stare out to sea

And whisper to the sunset

"Oh, it's nice to be on the edge of the world"

And I feel like I'm stranded

It's nothing like I planned it

I should be on a star, drunk at a Fitzroy bar

I'll trade the swans for rats, live among rats

Wear alluring hats

I'm gonna move to the east and I'm never coming back

And if the highway gets you down

And if the violence gets you down

And if Lateline gets you down

And if your own faith gets you down

And if the cokeheads get you down

If Gina Reinhardt gets you down

And if the white guilt gets you down

And if El Nino gets you down

We've got the water

We've got the water

We've got the water for now