Australian Made

Day by day he grinds away
The sweat pissing from his brow
Thoughts of home,
he holds them dear
He revisits them with a dirt covered hand,
Holding a knock off beer
He keeps the fucken lights on
The kids keep askin
where their dads gone
But it has to be this way
their dad is Australian made

Day by day she grinds away
she's all alone with three to raise kids to
school catch the train works the bar by night
Call centre by day
the kids always come first
A 3 a.m. glass of red
quenches the thirst
She wouldn't have it any other way their Mum is Australian made
They are Australian made