[Intro: Gavin Rossdale]

It must be your skin I'm sinking in

It must be for real 'cause now I can feel

And I didn't mind

It's not my kind

It's not my time to wonder why

Everything's gone white

And everything's grey

Now you're here now you're away

I don't want this

Remember that

I'll never forget where you're at

(Oh fuck, you got a camera again?)

[Verse]

Fuck's happening? Yeah it's been a minute

Topping ARIA charts, I don't need to win it

Jump up fresh cunt you be missing me

Kers one still saying fuck the industry

Rocking up to my gigs with a pitch-fork

On the stage yelling "Where's Tracy Grimshaw?"

Same Kers who had the youth in a frenzy

And send every cunt crazy in their twenties

Once again cunt, I'm hitting the road

Get your missus on stage and put my dick in her throat

There's the lines that they rip and shred up

It's deadset six can you picture seven?

Here we go kick it off in Melbourne

They love me there, I'm the kid they yelling

From the crowd and their eyes are wide

Then their looking at mine, mine are twice the size (shit)

V.I.C I love the cunts

First week of March got a bunch of buds

Drop to the airport and I'm rollin' spliffs

Cunts see me, they're like holy shit

Then I'm up to the Q.L.D

I'm a sick cunt true, well you tell me

Bris they are hoping for me

They want a feature like their something on a pokie machine

Another year with the Brissy vibe

Throwing eccys to the crowd to get ya missus high

That's right girls, you're getting frisky right

And don't blame me if the bitches die (shit)

March seventeenth and I'm back to home

Talkin' in code 'cause they tapped my phone

Sydney city I'm a fucking king

It's ABK still, the cunts to win

Next day, gotta head down to Tas too

In a boat on the wharf 'cause the rack's too

Sensitive for the sniffer dogs

So we going over waves and we sniff the lot (shit)

Rockin' up to the shows in a mac truck

Titties [?] from the skinnies to the fat sluts

And we back to Fowlers man

Crash a plane into the place like their towers damn

Hopped out, not a scratch, I'm okay dude

If you're givin' me spliff, better make two

Adelaide, yeah, you know what's next

I'm gonna talk about your drugs, buds, weed and sesh yes

That's right, from the east to west

And I ain't gonna lie, your weed's still the best, yes

I walk around like I'm in a maze

With my chainsaw on so they clear the way, ayy

Chop the arm of a cunt in a front row

Hangin' off the other arm of a dumb ho

Now they try to cut my tour down to one show

Never mind, off to Perth, last time bro

Step on stage and I'm drunk with my shades on

No triple J 'cause I never play a gay song

Jump out to the crowd, they won't let go

Can you blame them? It's the Kers, I'm the best bro

Perth city always show me love

Search Perth titties with my boner tucked

Security scared 'cause I own the club

Then I'm yellin' to the crowd, fuckin' show me drugs

Never ever change, always stay the same

Came a long way, never changed from fame

Ten years ago, on a train with Rates

Now, I'm rack fucked up, on a stage with Jay

Fuck backstage, playing the harmonica

I'm a fat cunt next to The Veronicas

Throw a bitch by the head to the moshpit

Wait, once again, go get ya tickets now from Oztix

We're ahead now let me get back on the right track

I'm so fresh, the word fresh won't deny that

I'm the man and this is where your prize at

Diss myself, I'm the only one that fights back

Still the king, still cruising bro

Till I bruise a nose and fuckin' Ruby Rose

Probably get sued when I drop this shit

And tell the judge "Fuck you, you can suck my dick"

Gotta be my best bet, leaving you on death rest

Turn you to a red head, wait, another death threat?

Can't be 'cause I'm headin' to the next set

I'ma see you at the gigs, deadset

[Outro]

Ch-yeah (Get ya tickets now from Oztix)

I guess I'll see ya there (Get ya tickets now from Oztix)

We gon' party (Get ya tickets now from Oztix)

Life's good

Yeah (Get ya tickets now from Oztix)