Vodka and Southern Crosses Video (MV)

Two minutes in and I'm already scared of
Vodka and Southern Crosses everywhere
Screams of already-wasted pre-teens fill the air
It's just another day to them-and they don't even care

These people aren't kind and they're not my kind
But they might let me walk past if I don't look them in the eye
With a flag around their neck and a bottle at their side
They're ugly now but I know they're only going to get worse at night

And so we raise a glass-and it's just as well
Bottoms-up, for just one day we'll turn the lucky country into hell
Are these girls eleven or are they sixteen? I can't tell
Call your mate a legend because that's the one word he can spell

But shit's going down in a quarter of an hour
Because I swear I just heard somebody bellow out "White Power!"
Awash with racial cleanliness yet not a single shower
And suddenly this taste of freedom's tasting pretty sour

It's what the diggers would have wanted anyhow
Celebrate this great land by drinking yourself into the ground
I think of my girlfriend; I hope that she's alright
And I hope she won't mind leaving early tonight...

And I'm feeling like such a Commie now
I want to be a patriot but I just don't know how
Yet all I see is twenty-million Southern Crosses flying around
It's all too much to think about-pour some more Jack Daniels down

And underneth the fireworks you can't hear me scream
That my faith in this holiday has been ripped at the seams
That everything that's good and true is never what it seems
That your vodka and Southern Crosses will be forever in my dreams