Old Man At End by The Bedroom Philosopher Lyrics

I’m comin to the end of my tram ride
Not just talkin about Telstra Dome
I’m about to check in with the big tram inspector in the sky
When I get up there
He’s gonna ask me if I’ve got a ticket
I’m gonna say my friend
My ticket is the lines on my face
He’s gonna look into my eyes and say
I believe you
But don’t forget to validate it
I’ll give him me biggest grin
As I’m walkin past he’ll
Reach down into me pocket
And pull out my hip flask
And I’ll go shit
He’ll say I’m afraid you can’t take that in where you’re going
Never mind
Plenty of fresh stuff in at the bar
In the bar will be all walks of life
With our lives checked in at the door well
We’ll finally have a chance to sit down and have a yarn
Find out what the hell it was all about
Find out what the hell it was all about
Find out what the hell it was all about
I’m not sure this is the direction I wanted to be going in
You can choose your friends
But you can’t choose your tramily
If home is where the heart is
Then I wear my heart on my sleeve
So everyone is welcome to visit