Inferno (Brisbane in Summer)
ROBERT DERWENT GARTH FORSTER
The jungle is coming up to the door
The birds that are calling are hard to ignore
The heat of the morning has come too soon
And the rain that is falling is falling far away far away up on the moon
Oh that moon
No one is sleeping we're naked in bed
Tossing and turning with murder in our heads
Can't lift a finger dreaming of ice
The photo you sent me out the window of the snow well it looks like paradise
Oh that ice
Do you remember winter at all?
You in a frock coat and me in a shawl
Mowed the lawn Monday the grass a disgrace
Mowed the lawn Tuesday the grass in our face
The jungle is coming and so is the drought
The people are screaming let me let me let me let me let me let me out!!
Oh that ice looks like paradise