Alright fellas... ladies
Not actually Australian, as you can probably guess
But, uh
Grew up watching a lot of Crocodile Dundee, Neighbours
And I'm gonna have a bit of fun with this one
Damn, I started with nothing, they took it all
Swapped it for a sunburn and a foot in the balls (Oh)
I'm homeless and hopeless, these bogans are bogus
Emotionally deprived and rife with psychosis (Yeah)
They've got a Maybach's ferocious, how mad this bloke is
That'll stab you in the back with a
Broken bone and slash your scrotum (Ooh)
I need to have the focus (Yeah) to build a magnum opus (Ha)
And plan a road trip so that I can go and tackle Scrotus (Ha)
He scrapped my black on black and that's a bloody ball ache
Messing with another fella's car? Not it at all, mate
Never miss a war, boys, one foot in the grave
When I twist a blade, never forget the look on their face (Ha)
Look, I'm not brave, I just wanna repay the pain
I ain't saving the world, there's no world to save (No)
I'm Mad Max, collect scrap to attach
To my ride and drive the threat back
I'm Mad Max, I've left tracks from Gastown way out to the outback
I'm Mad Max, I'll blast cats from blast
Cap and splatter the barren flats with flak
I'm Mad Max, I wreck tracks, I'll make you crap your cacks like X-Lax
Sniffing out to nick stuff and then get stuck in the big nothing
But get stuffed if you think that I'll quit huffing
I'll settle the dust above the speckles of rust
I've got myself to help, there's no one better to trust until
I bumped into chump buckets who plumb lucking
It got me pumped up to have a chummy who's up for mucking and tucking
And trucking, kicking up a motherfucking ruckus
Sick enough to sit in while I'm socking these suckers
When we hop in the vehicle, I call shotgun
That's not a metaphor, mate, I've actually got one (Ha)
I'm Mad Max, collect scrap to attach
To my ride and drive the threat back
I'm Mad Max, I've left tracks from Gastown way out to the outback
I'm Mad Max, I'll blast cats from blast
Cap and splatter the barren flats with flak
I'm Mad Max, I wreck tracks, I'll make you crap your cacks like X-Lax
I've got a ticket to ride to where the fittest survive
To live here requires a particular type of meticulous mind
You need volition, munition and intuition to
Drive and that's what Gryffud provides (Yeah)
It's not sufficient to be wishful and blag it (Nah)
You need the nads to eat a fistful of maggots
From brickles to scrapulons, rippers and rammers
You're gonna need to be a dab hand with a wrench and a hammer (Ha)
The manic mechanic instilling panic
Bringing havoc to these panoramic lands with my rampant antics
Though it's dramatic, I'm a classic romantic at heart (Ha)
Hi, honey, I'm home, you won't believe the traffic
I'm Mad Max, collect scrap to attach
To my ride and drive the threat back
I'm Mad Max, I've left tracks from Gastown way out to the outback
I'm Mad Max, I'll blast cats from blast
Cap and splatter the barren flats with flak
I'm Mad Max, I wreck tracks, I'll make you crap your cacks like X-Lax
You guys are so nice
Straya
