You'll Go To Jail Lyrics - Sans Souci - Frenzal Rhomb

You can try holding up a payroll with your pants around your ankles, 

And a darkened plastic bag over your head, 

Tied on real tightly. 

Put sugar in the gas tank of your flat-tired getaway car, 

With an amputated arsehole at the wheel. 

You can't tell me that it's a real steal. 

And you will fail, You'll go to jail. 

Try to viciously attack a Newtown Jets half backer, 

With both hands and legs tied behind your back, 

and a sultry shade of lipstick on your mouth, 

And if you somehow make it out, 

Call his mum a hooker on the way. 

Well today is really not your day. 

Try saving all the trees, or free the refuges. 

Or prove you're not a coward by killing Johnny Howard. 

Murder all the Racists, welcome blokes from other places. 

Force everyone to stop eating meat. 

I wouldn't bother getting off your seat. 

I wouldn't bother trying you'll just end up doing time. 

And if you want to make a difference you'll just end up in a prison, 

Getting buggered every time you go to sleep.