Same Shit, Different Tie”
Intro
Yeah
From Canberra to Spring Street
Same dogs, same bones
Let’s go
Verse 1
Red tie, blue tie, same old scam, mate
Labor talks workers while they fuck the pay rate
Libs preach “free market”, trickle-down piss
Only thing trickling’s the bullshit they spit
One sells ports, power, land to a mate
The other shrugs and says “too late, too late”
Promise after promise, all smoke, no spark
Election night lies, then vanish in the dark
You say “budget repair”, I say robbin’ the poor
While pollies sip reds behind Parliament doors
Rent through the roof, wages stuck in the mud
They argue on telly while we’re bleeding out blood
Chorus
Same shit, different tie
Same lies every time
Labor, Libs, you’re taking the piss
Whole country broke while you’re living rich
From state to fed, it’s a rigged parade
Bunch of loudmouth cunts getting fuck-all done, mate
Yeah we see ya, don’t try spin the tale
Fuck red, fuck blue — we’re stuck in jail
Verse 2
Libs say “jobs jobs jobs” then sack half the crew
Labor says “trust us” — yeah right, fuck you
Privatise this, outsource that
Then cry “global forces” when it all turns crap
Housing crisis? “Market will adjust”
Tell that to a family sleeping in a busted-up bus
Stamp duty robbery, negative gearing scam
Both sides nod like “yeah that’s the plan”
State premiers strut like kings of the land
Lockdowns, fines, rules by the grandstand
One day freedom, next day control
Depends which lobbyist slid you the gold
Chorus
Same shit, different tie
Same lies every time
Labor, Libs, you’re taking the piss
Whole country broke while you’re living rich
From state to fed, it’s a rigged parade
Bunch of loudmouth cunts getting fuck-all done, mate
Yeah we see ya, don’t try spin the tale
Fuck red, fuck blue — we’re stuck in jail
Bridge
They say “pick a side”, nah mate, I’m awake
Two wings, one bird, same fucking snake
While Aussies grind hard just to bloody survive
You’re arguing pronouns and corporate tax dives
Verse 3
Coal, gas, lithium, sold for a song
“National interest” — yeah, pull the other one
Foreign hands on land, water, power
But God forbid you tax mining an extra dollar
Healthcare bleeding, education too
But somehow there’s cash for a consultant crew
Both parties swear “this time we’ll fix it”
Four years later — same shit, different script
I’m sick of the slogans, sick of the grin
Sick of career cunts who never clock in
If voting changed shit they’d ban it tomorrow
So we wake up broke and repeat it in sorrow
Outro
So here’s to the battlers, the mums and dads
Doing it tough while the pollies go mad
Labor, Liberals — hear this loud and clear
You don’t run this country — the people are here