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Fuckin' Woo

by Flangipanis

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1.
Open up your eyes it’s a brand new day The sun is shining or maybe it’s rain Can’t quite tell coz maybe your brain Is ripping itself in half again Maybe your body is paralised From invisible weight of a house inside That’s holding your arms and legs and side At ransom until you die hey! Why don’t we go for a walk – I’m never getting out of bed Why don’t we go for a walk – I’m never going out again Everything you’ve ever done or tried Is a useless stupid waste of time You’re never gonna get anywhere in life So give up hope and never try Your friends are better off without you No one enjoys when they’re around you Why’s bad shit always surround you? Stay and let the pillow drown you Why don’t we go for a walk – I’m never getting out of bed Why don’t we go for a walk – I’m never going out again
2.
Present 00:23
I hope you like your present cunt
3.
Run Away 02:38
It’s ok if you don’t wanna stay It’s been no fucking good to you anyway I don’t wanna see any more of your broken bones And you’re gonna be fuckin sad I got no boxes, I got garbage bags We’ll chuck your shit in my van and find a safer home We can run away and find a safer home Yeah we can run away, we can run away You’re gonna drink for a while Probably dabble in drugs to make you smile Watch the months go by, one of these days gonna realise you were right Right to leave in the end Right to take everything back and start again Right to find your feet, it’s always ok to fucking leave We can run away, it’s always ok to fucking leave Yeah we can run away, we can run away
4.
Be a mad cunt, not a bad cunt Be a rad cunt, not a sad cunt Be a sick cunt, not a shit cunt, you don’t have to be a cunt Be a lit cunt, not a fit cunt Be a mate cunt, that’d be great cunt Be a game cunt, not a lame cunt, you don’t have to be a cunt Be a fly cunt, not a sly cunt Be a high cunt, not a dry cunt Be a fun cunt, not a dumb cunt, you don’t have to be a cunt Be a left cunt, not a right cunt Be a loose cunt, not a tight cunt Be a bright cunt, not a shite cunt, you don’t have to be a cunt
5.
Feeling depressed and a little bit stressed? Make a molotov Feeling enraged about minimum wage? Make a molotov Living like minions while they’re making millions, make a molotov If you’ve run out of trust coz they’re laughing at us, make muthafucking molotov (Shut your mouth and be a good little tax payer) Catching the bus and it’s 17 bucks? Make a molotov Country’s a mess all because of the press? Make a molotov Yeah they’re creating extortion and taking abortions, make a molotov If you’re feeling the pressure of everyone’s depression, make a muthafucking molotov So why should I comply when they don’t have to? Why should I comply when they will bend their rules again, again? Yeah they will move the goals again, again. Yeah they will fuck us (Shut your mouth and be a good little tax payer) Don’t take excuses from repeat abuses, make a molotov If you see some racists, punch them in their faces, make a molotov Cunts beat their wives then get on with their lives, make a molotov Yeah the cops are so vicious they murder the Indigenous, make a fucking molotov We’re selling our soul by investing in coal, make a molotov They’re clearing the trees, it’s a Liberal disease, make a molotov Bleaching the reef and it’s worse than my queef, make a molotov Yeah they cover our eyes shipping animals alive, make a muthafucking molotov So why should I comply when they don’t have to? Why should I comply when they will bend their rules again, again? Yeah they will move the goals again, again. Yeah they will fuck us up (Shut your mouth and be a good little tax payer)
6.
Worthless 01:48
As the sun sets on my beer I reflect on my time here And we work, we work till our hearts break We die, we die too soon Yeah baby I am worthless, but I am worthless with you I got bad news in my ear But we live with open arms and an open bag of gear And we work, we work till our hearts break We die, we die too soon Yeah baby I am worthless, but I am worthless with you
7.
Faking It 01:25
You don’t feel good, but you’re not that sick So give me your money, or suck my clit Won’t help yourself? Well neither will I So choose to pay, or choose to die Yeah you don’t look that sick I understand, I sympathise But we can’t help unless you try Just have a seat, bill’s in the post Give us your money, it’s what we care about the most Yeah you don’t look that sick I think you’re fakin it, love
8.
Clothes 02:20
Hangin by the beer taps, lookin like a meerkat Leering at the women, touching them as they pass Looking like a sex pest, fangin for a fuck fest Going for a grope-hug, slippin down to grab some arse I haven’t seen you around for a while, and I reckon I know why I stopped takin off my clothes, and you stopped comin to my shows You know I love getting nude yeah it’s my favourite thing to do But you were never here for music, only ever here for boobies And you only go to shows if we’re takin off our clothes You’re lookin like a fuckhead, dancin like a shithead Smellin like a meathead, and you probably don’t get head Tryna take an upskirt, you’re a fucking pervert You wanna be a daddy but you’re acting like a creep instead I haven’t seen you around for a while smelling all the pretty girls Caught ya lookin’ at em, caught ya lookin at my tits – aw yeah I did
9.
Train Ciggie 01:26
Sittin on the train sparkin up a durrie (that’s a hard no from me, dog) Yeah I’m just sittin on the train I’m suckin on a ciggie (that’s a hard no from me, dog) Lookin up the aisles, lookin for a convo (that’s a hard no from me, dog) Yeam I’m sittin next to u coz I wanna have a convo (that’s a hard no from me, dog) I just wanna have a convo and a ciggie (fuck off / fuck you) Train ciggie, train ciggie, ciggie on the train
10.
Skate 01:32
Back in the day when I was just a little kid Let me tell you about the best thing that I ever did While the other kids were riding on their pushies bunnyhoppin I was at the local skate park, trying to figure out how to drop in Me and my mates, every chance we would skate We'd get up at five in the morning on a Saturday we couldn't wait To feel the board rolling on the road beneath our feet I'd think about it every second, every day of every week We are here to skate! Popping ollies and kickflips and sick lips Stomp a trick over the hip It'll make a sick clip Once you stick it, we'll head over to the shops We’ll grab some fish and chips then head over to another spot Well we're fighting the climb And it's time we hit the bus stop The lighting is fine, so we're priming up a snap shot We stop as a fat cop enforces us to leave But I can guarantee that we'll be back here next week! We are here to skate!
11.
Moving Out 01:46
(https://freepunklyrics.tumblr.com/) Sitting up there in your ivory tower Looking down like you have the power Just cuz you’re older you have the authority To make me the oppressed minority You don’t own me You don’t know me Listen slowly You can blow me Textbooks and bibles can stay on the shelf Just so you know I think for myself Not going to learn what you want me to No bullshit booksmarts for what I want to do I’m moving out!
12.
I hear you’re looking to impress I hear you’re looking for the best Tattoos of cartoons on your chest You best make sure you don’t forget to get the Snacks at the bar – pretzels and cashews and chips Snacks at the bar – cheeses and crackers and dips I hear you wanna settle down Ain’t no more foolin shit around Ain’t no more letting your heart frown Brush up the Lynx and lock em down, go get the Snacks at the bar – pickles and onions and eggs Snacks at the bar – peanuts and Twisties and smeg Snacks at the bar – pretzels and cashews and chips Snacks at the bar – cheeses and crackers and dips pickles and onions and eggs, peanuts and Twisties and smeg
13.
Asshole Aunt 02:09
I got a pube stuck in my mouth I'll wash it down with tepid beer I'll probably swear and pop a tit Before I see ya kids are here I get drunk almost all the time I give out terrible advice I think that I'm doin alright But sometimes I make my friends cry I used to dye my pubic hair I thought it gave me control I have a Bachelor of Arts Hey kid your aunt's an asshole I lost a bet and drank my piss I've got the longest pubes you've seen I'll take a photo of my cunt And save it as ya lock screen I let my card run out of cash Can't get a mortgage so I rent I let my car run out of fuel I work in middle management I order shots but rarely pay I ash into the chop bowl I don't know when ya birthday is Hey kid your aunt's an asshole I've had enough, I've had enough I've said enough, I've drunk too much Fuckin WOO Hey kid your aunt's an asshole
14.
Am I dead or is this the beginning? Sometimes I don’t know what’s worse I’m fuckin around I’ve been drinking for years and the doubts are coming up first I’m surviving, I’m not thriving, I’m treading the water I keep kicking and stop thinking or I’m gonna go under I’m perfectly average I know I’m one of the masses Seven billion on the planet Never gonna change So I’m pouring a drink and I’m telling myself life’s a fuckin party And I’m making the small talk, I’m doing the drunk walk, and I’m hiding my car keys And I’m drinking, and I’m wondering why nobody came And I’m drunk now, and I’m suffering coz this host is fucking lame
15.
Small Talk 01:47
What’s been happening? Whatchu thinkin bout? (I dunno) Yeah it’s been a while, good to see you out (I suppose) Oi cunt, I muthafuckin love ya, let’s ramp this muthafuckin night up Let’s cut this muthafuckin small talk, let’s drink till we muthafuckin can’t walk Yeah the weather’s shit, and it’s been real hot (Yeah I know) Done with talking shit, would you like a shot? (Yeah let’s go)

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Fuck yeeeeaahhh! 15 whole new tracks, recorded in 2020 finally ready to inflict upon this world.
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released November 5, 2021

Recorded and Mixed by Darek Mudge at Plutonium
Mastered by Bryce Moorhouse

All songs by Flangipanis 2020
Except lyrics for Moving Out which were taken from freepunklyrics.tumblr.com

Brass by Wayne, Ro, Ben and Steve from Blowhard.
Additional vocals on track 3,8,10,11,15 by Grace Drummond

Art by smelly chops

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