new zealand new zealand
you caught me on an awful day
my little life is all f***** up
my schedule is in disarray
new zealand new zealand
i wish i could enjoy you more
i wish i had more time to see
your cliffsides and your blackened shores
new zealand new zealand
i don't know why i tour this way
trapped inside an aeroplane
and twittering the scenery
new zealand new zealand
i'm so fed up what can i say
my period is six days late
my f****** hair is turning grey
but i don't believe in the beauty standard
and there's no way that i'm pregnant
so it's technically okay
everything is so beautiful here
the people on cuba street
drinking their beers
i wish i could stay here and never go back
f*** sydney f*** melbourne
man wellington is where it's at
new zealand new zealand
you got me at the end of tour
my psyche is collapsing
and i can not do this anymore
new zealand new zealand
my song is coming to an end
i hope that you've enjoyed it
and i also hope i get my period
and i hope i haven't grossed you out
but that's what happens when you
ask me to write a song about your country in twenty minutes
and then i wrote one for tasmania, because i felt bad for them.
and because dianna, the wonderful girl who i was staying with and didn't blink when i puked in her bathroom because my body was doing a tasmanian version of GIVING UP life, if fact she brought tea and apsirin, told me that numb-skulled bogans will lean out their car windows and yell at girls to "SHOW ME YOUR MAP OF TASMANIA"!!!!
you caught me on an awful day
my little life is all f***** up
my schedule is in disarray
new zealand new zealand
i wish i could enjoy you more
i wish i had more time to see
your cliffsides and your blackened shores
new zealand new zealand
i don't know why i tour this way
trapped inside an aeroplane
and twittering the scenery
new zealand new zealand
i'm so fed up what can i say
my period is six days late
my f****** hair is turning grey
but i don't believe in the beauty standard
and there's no way that i'm pregnant
so it's technically okay
everything is so beautiful here
the people on cuba street
drinking their beers
i wish i could stay here and never go back
f*** sydney f*** melbourne
man wellington is where it's at
new zealand new zealand
you got me at the end of tour
my psyche is collapsing
and i can not do this anymore
new zealand new zealand
my song is coming to an end
i hope that you've enjoyed it
and i also hope i get my period
and i hope i haven't grossed you out
but that's what happens when you
ask me to write a song about your country in twenty minutes
and then i wrote one for tasmania, because i felt bad for them.
and because dianna, the wonderful girl who i was staying with and didn't blink when i puked in her bathroom because my body was doing a tasmanian version of GIVING UP life, if fact she brought tea and apsirin, told me that numb-skulled bogans will lean out their car windows and yell at girls to "SHOW ME YOUR MAP OF TASMANIA"!!!!