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Brand New Day
01:35
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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
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2. |
Present
00:23
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I hope you like your present cunt
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3. |
Run Away
02:38
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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
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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
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5. |
Good Little Taxpayer
03:02
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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)
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6. |
Worthless
01:48
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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
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7. |
Faking It
01:25
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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
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Clothes
02:20
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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
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9. |
Train Ciggie
01:26
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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
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10. |
Skate
01:32
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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!
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11. |
Moving Out
01:46
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(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!
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Snacks at the Bar
01:47
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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
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13. |
Asshole Aunt
02:09
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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
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14. |
Perfectly Average
02:17
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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
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15. |
Small Talk
01:47
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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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