Daddy from Wound Up by Radium Dolls

Beg your pardon
Daddy owns half of the city
But he won’t gimme a house or a job
Wallowing in self-pity
To the streets acting like a dog

Get on that jet ski
Go on, ride it out to sea
Draped in the colours of terra nullius
Lies and thievery

What, daddy ain’t got enough hectares?
Heck, there’s barely enough for all of my deck chairs
Hi, I’m Ray, and I’m here to assist

Well, daddy owns half of the city
But he won’t gimme a dime
He says that it’s because they’re trying to take
What is mine

Well, daddy owns half of the city
But he won’t gimme a cent
Daddy says it all got spent up
Something ’bout the immigrants

Well, daddy ain’t got enough hectares
Heck, there’s barely enough for all of my deck chairs
Hi, I’m Ray, and I’m here to assist

Well, daddy didn’t make a living
By giving anything away now, did he? Nah
Hi, I’m Ray, and I get the gist
I get the gist

Well, daddy owns half of the city
But he won’t gimme a house or a job
Wallowing in self-pity
To the streets, acting like a dog

Well, daddy didn’t make a living
By giving anything away now, did he? Nah
Daddy got rich in the mining boom
Blowing holes in rocks and clay

What, daddy ain’t got enough hectares?
Heck, there’s barely enough for all of my deck chairs
Hi, I’m Ray, and I’m here to assist

Well, daddy didn’t make a living
By giving anything away now, did he? Nah
Hi, I’m Ray, and I get the gist
I get the gist, alright
I get the gist
I get the gist

I get what you’re tryna say to me, Ray
Uh huh
Yeah, okay
Okay, Ray
I get the gist
I get the gist

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