Same Shit, Different Tie

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