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Kingfisher
02:05
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N/A
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2. |
Deadlines
03:37
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Waking up to a harsh reality,
Takes a good half hour to get me arse in gear,
Peak morning traffic crawling inch by inch,
Roadworks and red lights make me flip my lid...
Deadlines!
A dozen orders to be picked, packed and wrapped and on the back of the truck by,
Lunchtime!
Storeman's breathing down my neck, pen and clipboard in hand, forever whingeing at me,
Deadlines!
Stacking pallet after pallet, the monotony is sending me out of,
My mind!
Everyday's the same, a slave to my wage, I might just kill somebody...
Staring at a corpse in the bathroom mirror,
Cold morning shriv ruins my whole day,
Chasing my Weet-Bix with a beer,
Teeth worn, jaw aching from chewing hard on hate...
Deadlines!
The orders keep piling up, it never stops, I'm going ratty working every Saturday,
No time!
To pursue my dreams, or kick up my feet, can't keep the missus happy,
Dead eyes!
Hanging out of my head, searching for novelty in any given situation,
My mind!
Is a jumbled mess, numbed by the grind, running on autopilot...
The same day keeps repeating again and again and again,
Feel like a rat in a cage,
Get up, go to work, get home, go to sleep, repeat,
Until ya pensioner age!
Do I dare live out my fantasies?
Grab a .243, whack in a magazine,
Line 'em up, hammer cocked,
Pop, pop, head shot,
Empty the clip in the boss...
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3. |
Dug Ya Own Hole
02:43
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Lying, stealing,
Your two strongest traits,
Ya hit ya missus,
And ya dog ya mates,
I hate to be the one to kick you when you're down,
But I'd pay good money just to watch you drown,
I don't know who you think you've fooled,
Don't burn ya bridges, that's the number one rule,
And now the devil's coming for his due,
And the monkey on your back made a monkey out of you...
Dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that!
(No jokes, it's a matter of fact!)
Ya dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that,
Ya dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that!
(A shallow grave for a junkie rat!)
Ya dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that!
Leeching user,
With debts you can't repay,
Pointin' fingers tryin' to lay the blame,
I hate to the one to have to break it to you,
But the smack that you've been dealing, none of it rings true,
I don't know who you think you are,
The syringe is the only thing that left a mark,
Your whole persona is a dodgy ruse,
The charade has worn so threadbare I can see right through...
You dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that!
(No jokes, it's a matter of fact!)
Ya dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that,
Ya dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that!
(A shallow grave for a junkie rat!)
Ya dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that!
Self-deluded,
Ya game's a farce,
Looks like ya used your arms for catching darts,
I'm not really one to use an old cliche,
But the bed that you're now lying in is the one you made,
Ya got jealousy on your mind,
Ya spat venom, it returns in kind,
Can swear against it till ya black and blue,
But the wells that you've been poisoning ya have to drink from too ...
You dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that!
(No jokes, it's a matter of fact!)
Ya dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that,
Ya dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that!
(A shallow grave for a junkie rat!)
Ya dug ya own hole,
Make no mistake about that!
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4. |
On Tick
05:42
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Peeking through the curtains,
Been piquing out for days,
Swear I'll never use again,
Things have got to change,
But me skin's on fire, mind's ablaze, clothes are drenched with sweat,
Got the runs, can't hold my guts, and not a whole lot's making sense,
Me bank account is all but dry, got nothing left to hock,
Tried to bargain with me dealer, but he just won't fucking budge,
I've got one last option, catch is I've gotta sell,
Two weeks and counting till I've gotta pay the bill...
Picked up the phone,
Gave him a call,
His missus answered,
The cunt was asleep by the pool,
He cut up rough,
And spoke abrupt,
I told him I was desperate but he'd figured as such,
Alright! It turns out he was holding,
3 and a half grand of the sickest gear going,
Happy days, I'm fucking chuffed,
Can't wait to get my hands on that sweet, sweet puff...
Fourteen days go by real quick when you spend a fortnight high,
In the front yard in me undies crying,
Thinking 'bout me life,
Caught in a spiral, it never ends,
On a ride I can't get off,
Thought I'd skim just a little bit, didn't mean to smoke the lot,
Found some crumbs underneath the couch, cut it with Epsom salts,
Sold it to a few close mates, if they die it's all my fault,
Made a couple hundjie, but it's too little, too late,
Been dodging phone calls now for two days straight
And then bam! A knock at the door,
I say, "I'm not home!", they keep on knocking,
And it rattles me to my bones,
I'm not religious, but I pray that it's just some Jehovah's Witness,
Trying to spruik their faith,
No such luck! No, not today,
Me poor life choices have caught up with me,
Me door kicked in, gun to my head,
Bound and gagged and bashed and left for dead
Well, I wake up, swear I'm on a new path,
Yeah, I'm gonna start again today,
Check out of the hospital, check me phone,
And see some missed calls from me mate
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5. |
The Swingin' Arms
03:14
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Headin' to the pub,
Have a real good night,
Better bring the boys,
Guaranteed a fight,
Darley footy club's had a win,
Half cut already,
Hope they let us in,
Been a while since we won the flag,
A Monday morning write up in the local rag,
It could be good, or it could be bad,
It all depends what type of night we have...
Sinkin' piss at The Swingin' Arms,
Place a bet on the trots, have a perve on some arse,
Macca's in the corner talkin' absolute shit,
Bazza's in the bistro ordering fish and chips...
Chattin' up some mums,
Tryna get our ends in,
Talkin' to the bouncer,
Tryna get our friends in,
Pretty soon the joint's packed full of the lads,
Seems every bit of flange in town is up for grabs,
Jimmy's racking lines on a big set of tits,
Smithy's in the dunny, fathering one of his kids,
Some cunt in a Cobras jersey catches me eye,
Chairs start flyin' and Robbo pulls out a knife...
Cavin' heads at The Swingin' Arms,
Some pink shirted poofter's gonna come to harm,
Maggsy’s decked a cunt, you know he's not gettin' up,
It's time to bail, we hail a cab out the front,
Frankie's missus' in the gutter cryin',
And in the distance we can hear the sirens,
I heard there's kick ons over at Donnie's house,
If only every finals night could be this grouse...
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6. |
Vitis
01:14
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N/A
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7. |
Powerball
04:40
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Made redundant just the other week,
GOT mortgage repayments and three kids to feed,
MEANWHILE the CEO bought another yacht,
AND I'M at risk of losing everything I've got,
Ate up my super just to make ends meet,
BUT STILL they cut the gas and electricity,
NOW I can't even cook or shower or watch TV,
I PRAY the Sunrise Cashcow will spray a little milk on me,
Spray a little milk on me!
I wanna win the Powerball!
So now please tell me what I'm s'posed to do,
THE COST of modern living's gone right throught the roof,
WISH I could turn back time and be smart with me dosh,
SHOULD HAVE listened to Kochie when the market was hot,
Me wife is gettin' sick of bein' broke,
THREATENED to leave me for some fully cashed up bloke,
FORKED OUT me last twenty at the newsagency,
I PRAY for the winning numbers and the supplementary,
The supplementary!
I wanna win the Powerball!
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8. |
Tin Coffin
03:40
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Glovebox full of speeding fines,
Rego overdue,
Doin' blockies almost every night,
Trawling for a root,
Music crankin' with the windows down,
"Best Of" Rose Tattoo,
A rusty death machine with faulty brakes,
Balding tyres and custom plates...
I bought her cheap and drive her even cheaper,
Tray on the back, five speed, three seater,
I love her like she was me wife,
And thrash her just the same,
Six pack strapped in the baby seat,
Durries sliding on the dash,
Chisel blaring on the radio,
Pittie tied up and going spack...
Running reds and smokin' Winnie Blues,
Water spilling out the bong,
Been unemployed for a year or two,
But I've always got me work gear on,
Fully fangin' in a forty zone,
Forty points for every kid,
Steer with me knees while I rip a cone,
Nine in the mornin' and I'm off my tits...
I bought her cheap and drive her even cheaper,
Tray on the back, five speed, three seater,
I love her like she was me wife,
And thrash her just the same,
Maccas wrappers on the passenger seat,
Jimmie can in me hand,
Acca Dacca on the stereo,
Snappin' second 'round every bend...
Tailgate any slow motherfucker that's in my lane,
Overtake and wind the window down and fling a tinnie in their face ...
I don't abide by any law, ignoring every sign,
I take my life into my hands each time I dump the clutch and fly!
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9. |
Cryptid Erectus
05:32
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N/A
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10. |
Nightmare On AC/DC Lane
03:27
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Let me tell you 'bout the night we had on the town,
We were plenty deep in beers,
We'd been sinking them down,
Pill poppin', spirit swappin',
We were havin' a blast,
The clock had long struck twelve when we vacated the bar,
Knocked back by club after club,
Fourth place we give up and spark a dart out the front,
But this steroid freak keeps eyein' us off,
Cruelty and violence his business, more ape than man!
Nightmare on AC/DC Lane!
Nightmare on AC/DC Lane!
Nightmare on AC/DC Lane!
Nightmare on AC/DC Lane!
Poor excuse for security,
You're all the same,
Hired thugs in ironed suits,
You're all the same,
Kiddie fiddlin', meth dealin', little willied fucks,
You're all the same,
Failed cop without a gun...
Paranoid schizoid, highly aggressive,
His veins were bulging from a swollen neck,
His violent tantrums for years permitted,
To society at large a clear and definite threat,
A black shirted gorilla, paid well to smash heads,
Cauliflower ears that can hear no sense, no way,
Next thing it's five to one, laid me out and laid the boots in,
Shattered teeth and split skin...
Nightmare on AC/DC Lane!
Nightmare on AC/DC Lane!
Nightmare on AC/DC Lane!
Nightmare on AC/DC Lane!
Poor excuse for security,
You're all the same,
Hired thugs in ironed suits,
You're all the same,
Kiddie fiddlin', meth dealin', little willied fucks,
You're all the same,
Failed cop without a gun,
YOU'RE ALL THE SAME!
Coward, bully,
You've got a tiny prick,
You're like a red headed stepchild,
On a power trip,
Lowlife, scumbag,
Look like ya pay for sex,
I'd love to make a mess of you,
And shit on ya face for dramatic effect...
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across the country. Notable gigs include support slots with the Ruiner, and festival slots with Psycroptic and KING.
2023 sees the band hungrier than ever to spread their unique brand of rock and roll far and wide.
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