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I aint blue yet hell I aint even sick
But this big ol bark sure sounds worse than its stink Thick like dipsticks and white as a sheet But for a pile of trash I sure smell sweet Can in a bag for just $2.35 Nobody looks you straight in the eye Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie? Drop like butter, just let me fry Been digging holes like I'm in need of work I can't sit for a minute just dry my shirt This city's been sucking on me like a cheap cigarette Its drunk my drinks and cashed my bets Can in a bag for just $2.35 Nobody looks you straight in the eye Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie? Drop like butter, just let me fry Junk, Junk, Junk, Junk Sure smell sweet for junk. |
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At my nan's I wasn't thinking
over boiled beans and chicken Something cool fell in my juice cup sudden I could lie and make stuff up Is that why my future's so bright? So strap in and go the backyard rock show When all city folk got southern paint my face up with my brother Uncle choked and started shaking over whiskey, eggs and bacon Is that why our nights look so bright? So strap in and go Backyard rock show. |
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We'd like to introduce you to the nature of our trials
We'd love the chance to bring your elders down So fix your Dad a drink 'cause we're gonna need to think Now you're a plane we won't need them around anymore We done a lot of dumb things now, sure hope we do some more And we'll wait all summer just to piss on your door The wing commander's sister is a golden haired surprise I can't walk far but I can shoot for miles And my radar can see anyone over thirteen Now you're grown up we don't need you around anymore We done a lot of dumb things now, sure hope we do some more It's the last summer so in our dust you will crawl |
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Don't let there be
Something sour in my coffee. There's fourteen year olds Screaming get out of my country. I won't let him rise just to say goodbye. Hourly, daily. The August cold brings something bad in its sock drawer. There's too much hate covering up those once white walls. I don't want my boy thinking I'm only to avoid. Tread safe hourly, daily. He's the splitting image and the oldest of two. Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into? Make a morning pledge To the heart of the city quiet. Pray the daybreak sun Can fill up the halls of a sleepless night. Bring one good face into this house today. Hourly, daily. He's the splitting image and the oldest of two. Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into? |
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I'm sure I could make her hand fit mine
if I deliver these custard trays on time. Four thirty a.m. ding dong rise. Kiss her photo with the beam from the ash tray light. I'm sure I could deliver better if I pretended I never met her. I'm sure she'd would love me sweeter if we made it to the pier for dinner. Seven months in a ditch with the ring kept for her to decide If my milk truck's gonna be her chariot ride. Four thirty a.m. ding dong rise. Morning sun makes my sour heart pasteurise. I'm sure I could deliver better if I pretended I never met her. I'm sure she'd would love me sweeter if we made it to the pier for dinner. Welsh rarebit with a new dress on. If that ain't enough to make you smile. Every Kinteil road kid knows When she's around then cheese goes dry. |
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Never wanted more
From my local store A chance to be by myself Be on the right side of the shelf But for every drink I serve Sure wish I had callous nerve Cause for every sandwich I know There's a sack of shit to be dosed Wash my hands in shame 4000 times a day And when I make it on home There's a smell that always stays I know the regulars well From every stale grill I sell From bainmaries to cold tea I'm the service that you need There's a poison in my drink It's gonna take each good thought I could think There's a poison I know Wash my hands in shame 4000 times a day For while I service your greed I'm just dying to be clean |
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Around the corner every morning just to see you get across,
The civic fathers divide us up into cats and dogs, The seargent major of the neighbourhood is weighing up the cost, The senior transit lane, While we're standing in the rain, Worried if our heads will fall, Alright, right, We'll stay together 'til the kids die just to keep it clean, Buy the weapons with the sales made from garden magazines, Strike up the ladies to bake tea cakes for the council's war machine, And we're digging up the roads, And widening it just so, You can suffocate at home, Alright, right, The Prince of Wales tea, To keep the garden green, but they don't want to be there, The shit can't be there, You woke me up just to check that I'm alive, We talk to each other as if we're five, Raise open the flag just to see which of us cares, And we're digging up the roads, And widening it just so, You can suffocate at home, Alright, right, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, |
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Walter quit the RAF
When there was no good air left. Made it back to the clan. The dog, the wife, the betting slip wet in his hand. And no one's listening. To the boys Tim, Jaimme and Gab. Keeping him up while his mistress rings his hands. Picked him up after school Just make sure you're looking good. And no one's leaving. Walter plays. Get off your knees. Walter plays. Get off your knees. It's mini coke and prawns again In his room or on the sand. Not a day before he fell Propping up the bar at the Raffle's hotel. And no one' leaving. Walter plays Get off your knees. Give the kids a hand Down on the sand. No one's listening. Walter plays Get off your knees. Give the kids a hand Down on the sand. |
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Hate your friends
Cos they're the only ones that make you want to die And they make their scene the priss and preen They'll never get it right The mirror on the living room wall Aint been too kind since you hit grade four But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Just put your things away, you know its just not your time He's the boy you got He's the ticket stub that never won a prize And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face Came straight from a fight But he answers we he calls And he's under six feet tall But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Just put your things away, you know its just not your time He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog He's jeans never fit quite right But there's a razor blade cut And a feeling in your gut that says There aint no way to disguise it Hate your friends Cos they're the only ones that make you want to die And they make their scene the priss and preen They'll never get it right The ones who shine so bright Are made or broke come Friday night But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Just put your things away, you know its just not your He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog He's jeans never fit quite right But there's a razor blade cut And a feeling in your gut that says There aint no way to disguise it But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Just put your things away, you know its just not your time That's the way, we're gonna get it right |
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Been watching so much TV
I'm thinner than I should be I'm like a water-logged ball No one wants to kick around anymore An all-day morning hairdo That no comb can get through It's all granola and beer A calling card and a silk cut souvenier I miss you like sleep There's nothing romatic about the hours I keep The morning's when it starts I don't look so sharp Now I got a heavy heart Talk a lot about football The girls I kissed in grade four Piss of my friends Digging a hole just staring at the floor Now every t-shirt's got a wine stain I'm lovin cigarettes again I know every tune about guys and girls and hurts and hearts and moons I miss you like sleep Ain't nothing romantic about the hours I keep It's the mornings when it starts I don't look so good Now I've got a heavy heart It's just a low-rent paying, palpatating, puff inside my shirt But there's a way it's sitting so hard, god, it hurts oh no, it hurts |
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He's the man without a plan
To shake it up and set you down again A Bo Diddley walk a no more messing round the block A seventeen watts is a all of what you got So take me out and mess me 'round I don't want style without a sound It ain't clean but dig the scene I heard the message now the message is mine I heard the man, he bought the news It came in loud and out of tune Now I sleep like a bus conductor and dribbles like a dog A double timing scratch to find the sound I'm thinking of So take me out and mess me 'round I don't want style without a sound It ain't clean but dig the scene I heard the message now the message is mine Urgh all night, just be there It don't make sense, think I care? I heard the message, the message is mine |
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If half of what I'm saying, of what I'm saying is true
Will you rub my head, make it all shiny and new? And you drag my coat tails, drag my coat tails down and I'll be the only cold assed king around. If you wait I'll give all my aches to you. Take the chance, to ignore what you're going through? My cold hand is there for you to take (If you leave, can I fall down) I'm your Berlin Chair, won't you lean on me 'til I break. I'll ignore each golden, dragging kiss you can give. On the blankest face that you ever had to forgive. If you see my fallings, see my failings through. I'm the re-run that you'll always force yourself to sit through. If you wait I'll give all my aches to you. Take the chance, to ignore what you're going through? My cold hand is there for you to take (If you leave, can I fall down) I'm your Berlin Chair, won't you lean on me 'til I break. Well you're too late. You're too late. You're too late. |
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Got a kiss on the neck from a mornin' cartoon
Pullin' out the knot, I just can't lose Grabbin' my shoulder, turned out the night Like a smile after you've cried The lady out walkin' with her popcorn pup To get out and smoke before her husband wakes up Eyes to the asphalt, plastic bag hands Just get on outta there, just get away from that man Well I'm all thumbs and toes With the way that it comes and the way that it goes (Get up, get up) I gotta loosen this load (Get up, get up) Get some fire in my throat See the man in the corner tryin' to make em all smile And missin' the one who matters all the while And she'll beat him senseless but he just can't see It aint for the crowd that you bleed So be good to your barkeep man Its more than yer drink, he's got his hand Can see that your nervous and it shits him to tears Yeah he just don't want to wait and he don't care about your band Well I'm all thumbs and toes With the way that it comes and the way that it goes (Get up, get up) I gotta loosen this load (Get up, get up) And put some fire in my throat I need a life dedicated not this endless parading Help me, alright (Get up, get up) Yeah I gotta loosen this load (Get up, get up) And get some fire in my throat I want a life dedicated not this endless parading Help me, alright I need to do more, but I aint been sleeping For the longest time For the longest time For the longest time If I could live for one day without being sorry I know One day without being sorry I know One day without being sorry |
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Wide eyes show white
White enough to shoot But if you ain't got the strength to fight it and you just can't hide it And I ain't gonna open my eyes anymore ain't gonna open my eyes anymore Pale faces burn. I would've thought by now we'd learn But every fool still waits their turn in the rotisseries turning Well I ain't gonna open my eyes anymore I ain't gonna open my eyes anymore I ain't gonna open my eyes anymore |
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