Thuggery

At night in the minefield, tuggin' my uniform
 Loose chaps and keeping tabs where I'm lying on
 Where you suppose the interest came
 In whose to receive here and whose to blame
 Huh? I don't get it . C'mon
 Shotgun Ââ ¦Ââ ¦Â... those shells and get those slippery suckers down
 ASIO and the carrion crow could sure use you around
 With your microphone hidden in my drawers
 Why don't you just beat me off with those claws
 Hit it
 I trust you just as far as low fat groceries
 Wouldn't you like to know whose tugging at my jeans
 I'll stick this friggin' neck right down your cake-hole
 Just as soon as let you mess with the love I know
 It's thuggery
 It's thuggery
 It's thuggery
 It's your time to shout get over it
 Let the blood rush to my head
 Come on little man
 What don't you get