The median dwelling price across my land
Has now reached ten hundred thousand grand
Two hundred per an-num is what you need
It costs a lot to get into the greed
Rentals up
What to do
The middle class are getting screwed
Get a mortgage become a slave
Collect your super before the grave
We can raise your children
Look after your parents too
Follow us It's the thing to do
Drink the slops until you spew
The lender has a hold on you
Fiddle with this
Change that
Makes no difference
The eagle shat.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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You are talking a million dollars here I hope (I’m no good with figures after I’ve taken my shoes and socks off…)
Because all I know is that in good old Sydney town even modest dwellings in most parts are selling north of the million. In my inner west ‘burb a normal two bedroom goes for one and a half. (not me – I moved into my cupboard over twenty years ago having reached a certain age).
People nailed in place for life.
Inner West.. I hear the knives are out!
If you are going to get political, you are going to have to get less criptic and more specific.
I was referring to the stabbing at Marrickville..
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