Sovereignty is no where to be seen
Across this burnt land
And whittling wheat fields
Are still getting no yield

When you're running the country betting on nothing
Loot is the saviour for a basket case like this
I said like this
In the Lucky Country
In the Lucky Country

So bring out your dead
For another days work
Where money is a small
Compensation for a boot in the face


Who will get the job done now sucking on boredom's breast
Spellbound and staring at a history with no future
I said no future
In the Lucky Country
In the Lucky Country

The racket is up shit creek
Doing all the wrong things
Descending in madness
Pissing into the wind
Cop it like the common man
Copping it from birth to grave

In the Lucky Country
In the Lucky Country