Winter is endless
In this Victorian town
But cold nights don’t chill me like
The rumours that are going around

They start with a whisper
And end in a shout
If I were any better I would step in to defend ya
But I've got myself to worry about

Cos nothing is sacred
Down here in the pit
Where everyone's wasted
Out in the smoker's sinkin' piss and talkin' shit

Hey Brother, let me be Frank with you
They don't love ya the way that you think they do
Take it easy, it’s just my point of view
You know they're just no good
They'd sell you for scrap if they could
If I’m being Frank with you

You live in an ice box
Behind the stockade
I heard that you came unstuck
I heard you’re on a strange crusade
Yeah, I’ve heard a few things
That I’d like to forget
I’ve heard there’s a whole lot worse and I just haven't heard it yet
Cos nothing is sacred
Down here in the pit
Where everyone’s wasted
Out in the smoker's sinkin' piss and talkin' shit

Hey Brother, let me be Frank with you
They don't love you the way that you think they do
Take it easy, it’s just my point of view
You know they're just no good
They'd sell you for scrap if they could
If I’m being Frank with you