[Verse 1]
Real fingers from the horizon
A couple thousand from your door
In the pillow that your head lies on
How many fingers more
'Til I put to bed my teenage fears?
Forget about the eyes and ears
I heard it happens every seven years
How many fingers is that from here?
[Verse 2]
Turn your face towards me, mother, I'm afraid
There's fire in the water
There's piss on the grave
There's fire in the water
[Verse 3]
There's fire in water
There's piss on the grave
There's fire takin' all our atmosphere
And I'm here, always barking at the sun in the hole
Hold up
[Verse 4]
I'm Christopher Pyne and I'm doing fine
Hands up for the blind leading the blind
I'm Christopher Pyne too
How, how are you?
Real fingers from the horizon
A couple thousand from your door
In the pillow that your head lies on
How many fingers more
'Til I put to bed my teenage fears?
Forget about the eyes and ears
I heard it happens every seven years
How many fingers is that from here?
[Verse 2]
Turn your face towards me, mother, I'm afraid
There's fire in the water
There's piss on the grave
There's fire in the water
[Verse 3]
There's fire in water
There's piss on the grave
There's fire takin' all our atmosphere
And I'm here, always barking at the sun in the hole
Hold up
[Verse 4]
I'm Christopher Pyne and I'm doing fine
Hands up for the blind leading the blind
I'm Christopher Pyne too
How, how are you?
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