The Wombats – Our Perfect Disease

We dont admit it but we never seen eye to eye
My hobby's moaning and yours is making money
It's always a shock when old friends pass by
But with you its no death in the family

Lets not talk about hate when theres hell to pay
For my cowardice and your bad timing
We dont admit it but we never seen eye to eye
But its not through a lack of trying

It was the perfect disease we had
Something to argue and scream about
Who do I see about contracting it back?
And locking it somewhere it cant get ripped out
It was the perfect disease we had
And its absence lies a painful fact
We all need someone to drive us mad