Enforce Less - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I’ve been living comfy in my beach police state

Where the road death toll duplicate at a fierce rate

I’ve been working on my health, tryin’ hard to change

But the change ain't a choice, it’s a State Gov PSA

Every action gets muffled by a law

Put in place to underscore the death that it caused

But instead of bangin’ heads together, shopping for a positive

The brain-stormers at the levers vote no tolerance

Whip crack on a sack of weed in a sock

Cops wastin’ resource out head-knockin’ the block

Make any new lock and the kids’ll be picking it off

That’s the nature of law enforcement

A piggy bank of court cost

Never ever smashed open, then openly gloat

‘Bout a crackdown, outta town home they honed

Where the sulphur stank forever

And a government ad made the neighbours get clever defendin’ their pad

Lock up a couple of big names in the “faculty”

Maintainin’ their innocence, same day that the magistrate

Takes aim at the populous, distrustin’ the lot of em

Up-spikin’ profit for bikies to make off of em

So now a fifty is jail time, from all different life walks

So all of my friends now are criminal eyesores

No matter their net worth, no matter their life cause

Contributing life source to Australian pie charts

And graphs for these underworld figures

Black market roll-call for hydroponic riggers

Misjudgin’ every attribute of compassionate humans

With a tattoo of distrust on the outside of the vacuum

Mine cash infiltrating television stations

Aussie underbelly pedestal of Ned Kelly

Embedded in the governing of every level meddled

For the benefit of valuing a metal over anything

[Chorus]

My state is a boa constrictor

Beautiful specimen, abundant elements

Mining for a backbone, paradise mouth

Padded up floors so we can’t fall down

Paternalist napkin catchin’ all the drips

So they break out the bars, erupt and have a fit

Since we’ve never felt trusted living in the west

Maybe we experiment a little and enforce.. less?

[Verse 2]

Now, I‘m not saying there should be less cops on the beat

I’m not saying there aren’t fuckheads that need to be policed

Swingin’ punches by lunchtime with that ‘land of the free’ punch-line

And the pride meter so high their night is a prize-fight

Knuckle-stained bucket kickers tickin’ off their lists

Snapback capped lads out amplifying risk

Born bred and labelled into sinking the piss

Same teat that dad sucked when pops snuck his first sip

But trip to Europe for a wine, beer or stiff

Where the population nightcap from the age of six

Is there a binge ‘til you biff Caucasian slapstick

Like any weekend on the corner of Lake and James Northbridge?

Or do you vibe on a little more trust?

Archaic ages of history on us

“Young roughs need a luck charm, guidebook or bible

Or How To for dummies out to brawl when the bar’s full!”

Maybe there’s incentives and schemes for the people

Where you invest trust and then reciprocate the equal?

A little bit of give and take instead of a no?

A little bit of please don’t, but smoke that at home?

A little bit of privilege for handling your bros

When they’ve put a few too many powders in their nose?

So every individual who can handle their alcohol

Might go out on the town without the violent and combatant fool

Shirt rip, glass smash, Hogan in their face

‘Cause they’d have less of a reason to be angry in the first place?