[Verse 1]
Real fingers from the horizon
A couple thousand from your door
In the pillow that your head lies on
How many fingers more
'Til I put to bed my teenage fears?
Forget about the eyes and ears
I heard it happens every seven years
How many fingers is that from here?

[Verse 2]
Turn your face towards me, mother, I'm afraid
There's fire in the water
There's piss on the grave
There's fire in the water

[Verse 3]
There's fire in water
There's piss on the grave
There's fire takin' all our atmosphere
And I'm here, always barking at the sun in the hole
Hold up

[Verse 4]
I'm Christopher Pyne and I'm doing fine
Hands up for the blind leading the blind
I'm Christopher Pyne too
How, how are you?
[Verse 5]
I lower my eyes to my feet
In holy reverence for those whom I serve
As I drift back, drift back into the earth
Only to rise again in several days
From a fountain in Canberra with another face
And another name
Long may it be the same

[Verse 6]
I'm Christopher Pyne and I'm doing fine
Hands up for the blind leading the blind
I'm Christopher Pyne too
How, how are you?