Five Yards - TISM

Look around-round, look around-round, look around

Look around-round, look around-round, look-a, look-a

Look around-round, look around-round, look around

Look around-round, look around-round, look-a, look-a

You’re only one fad away from being retro

You’re only one drug away from liking techno

You’re only one glasses of pair from dyslexia

You’re only one Cleo mag from anorexia

You’re only five yards from a fuckwit

You’re only five yards from a fuckwit

You’re only one download from this song’s copyright

You’re only one Tim Tam away from cellulite

You’re only one phone call from captaining the Aussie side

You’re only one lifestyle show from suicide

You’re only one station from John Laws' shit

You’re only one lobotomy from believing it

(Look around, look around)

You’re only five yards from a fuckwit

You’re only five yards from a fuckwit

You’re only five yards from a fuckwit

You’re only one tabloid press from a lynch mob

You’re only one acting role from a real job

You’re only one strip of flesh from your bones

You’re only one species away from Alan Jones

You’re only one small speck in space

You’re only one life, soon erased

Be there none left on Earth but you

One thing will still remain true

You’re only five yards from a fuckwit

You’re only five yards from a fuckwit

You’re only five yards from a fuckwit