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She says she wants it on a Monday
When Monday comes around I can barely find my mind
I forget it all the time
I wake up on a Tuesday and something isn't right
I got Meagan on my mind
I can send it off by 17:00 and that's alright
I'm so lucky that my friends are on my side
Hopefully the sample lasts the night
Everything is running watertight
We got Excel
We got X-Lite
She says she needs it on a Monday
When Monday rolls around I can never find my mind
I forget it all the time
I wake up every Tuesday and something isn't right
I got Mia on my mind
If I send it off by 17:00 then I'm alright
I'm so lucky that my friends are on my side
I push myself thru every fortnight
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The Work Never Ends
02:19
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I'm gonna go to work
I'm gonna see my work friends
And we're gonna do work
Because the work never ends
The boss is a jerk
Always breathing down my neck
But the job has perks
Like my mediocre paycheck
I'm gonna go to work
I'm gonna see my work friends
And we're gonna do work
Because the work never ends
The boss is a jerk
Always breathing down my neck
But the job has perks
Like my mediocre paycheck
Monday morning
Got a smile on my dial
We arrive at work
Walking single file
I can never get a raise
I can never get a rest
So I walk in blazed
Never gonna do a piss test
Gotta give a damn
And gotta listen to the man
I gotta keep on makin' bacon
Gotta put food on the plate
And if I gotta make a crust
And if I'm gonna make a dime
I'll do it on my own terms
I'll do it in my own time
Cos they recognise my talents
Always stressing 'bout my balance
So I got in on the action
As a cog in their contraption
They remember my phone number
And they don't forget my birthday
And they keep me counting down the time
Til every second Thursday
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This is the house that Jack built
Jack built this house with his own two hands
This is the place for Jack's family
This is the place for Jack's plans
Now is the time for Jack's plans
This is the house that Jack built
Jack built this house with his own two hands
This is the place for Jack's family
This is the place for Jack's plans
Now is the time for Jack's plans
This is the room were Jack drinks
Emptying his mind like a weary man
This is the chair where Jack sits
Eyes to the floor when Jack stands
Or you'll get taught by Jack's hand
Only Jack can know what Jack's gonna do
When this dark night transforms into the day
This is the place where Jack can be Jack
(There's no turning back)
It's where his will defines his way
And if these walls could talk they'd be talking to Jack
And talking to Jack and Jack alone
Cos every brick was laid by Jack's hard-working hands
(According to his plans)
Until his house became his home
When every road you follow leads back to Jack
Then there's nowhere to go
When the light at the end of the tunnel's gone black
One straw could snap the camel's back
His perfect prison towers tall
A different fate on every floor
And every hallway has two walls
On every wall you'll find three doors
On every latch you'll find a lock
On top each mantle rests a clock
So watch the hands spin round the face
Propel yrself thru time and space
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4. |
My Cynical Exercise
04:54
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I'm happy here
With my mediocrity
And this banality
Cos it's my life
And because it's mine
For me to despise
My cynical exercise
At least I tried
And I'm still wise
"At the end of the day
At the end of the line
When push comes to shove
All you need is love
And maybe a hug..."
Said The Fool On The Hill
Whilst high on drugs
So just let him be
To Let It Be
He's the local freak
So just let him freak and die
Cos he cares naught for thou
Nor the why and how
Of all the disaffected passers-by
The flâneurs in the now
All dissecting this scene
And they just let him gawk and weep
You can never know what life means
And so you cling to belief that it's a dream
See I'm happy here
With my problem suite
That's the worst of me
And yr the apple of my eye
Because you know what I like
And cos you know what I'm truly like
And what I'd like to do with you tonight
This was never my plan
This was never my time
But it's never too late to try to make things right
Cos we're two of a kind
And I'm lucky to have you by my side
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5. |
Barefoot Predator
01:52
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Tell me have you heard about the barefoot predator
Hi-vis, dreadlocks, walking real slow around the block
In the middle of the night he's behind you
Lock all yr windows and yr doors (or) he'll find you
You can see him coming from a distance in the hi-vis
Nobody knows quite exactly where his mind is
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
Read my local paper
Saw a letter to the editor
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
Went for a walk and saw the barefoot predator
Hi-vis, dreadlocks, walking really slow
And then a week or two ago I saw the barefoot predator
Turned around, handcuffed, talking to the po
Once upon a time I saw the barefoot predator
Middle of the night, he was acting kinda fishy
Then a week or two ago I saw the barefoot predator
Open up the locks of a silver Mitsubishi, baby
You can bet yr bacon that in hot or stormy weather
He'll be walking in a line and trying to get his shit together
He's the hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
Read my local paper
Saw a letter to the editor
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
Tell me have you heard about the barefoot predator
Hi-vis, dreadlocks, walking real slow around the block
In the middle of the night he's behind you
Lock all yr windows and yr doors (or) he'll find you
You can see him coming from a distance in the hi-vis
Nobody knows quite exactly where his mind is
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
The hi-vis dreadlocked barefoot predator
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6. |
Yr My Shop
02:39
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I'm yr fucking customer, yeah, yr my fucking shop
Take my fucking money, baby, gimme what I want
You got all that good good stuff that I just gotta get get get
I got all the money in the world as far as yr concerned
I was born to rule this world and you were born to get me off
Take my fucking dollars, baby, this is what you know you want
Yr my fucking superstar, yeah, I'm yr fucking fan
Pay me close attention, honey, treat me like a man
Every song you've written, every single lyric speaks to me
Every little thing you do's exactly like it's supposed to be
I was made to shimmy to the left and you were born to shake that stuff
Gimme what I'm paying for cos yr not working hard enough
She's his fucking creepshow, baby, he's her fucking freak
Psychedelic acid sex for seven days a week
Their guitars will trip you out like "what the fuck is going on?"
Someone somewhere tries to start a moshpit but the feeling's gone
Random beer slides down my spine, now I'm halfway to throwing up
This is modern culture, baby, party harder, feel the love
Yr my fucking restaurant so serve me up some slop
Get five finger discounts cos I dine in here a lot
You got all that yum yum grub that I just gotta nom nom nom
I worked up an appetite from kicking ass and being hot
You were born to be my slave and I was born to be yr God
Feed me cos I'm hungry, baby, gimme all you fucking got
I'm the fucking CEO, yeah, yr my fucking grunt
Make my fucking billions, baby, like some stupid cunt
I get all the big big bucks and you get all the 9-to-5
Got yr name and number, baby, signed you up for all yr life
I get all the goo goo g'joob and you get all the daily grind
It's the norm, yr not above it, everybody knows you love it
I'm yr fucking customer, yeah, yr my fucking shop
Swipe my fucking credit card, now gimme what I want
You got all that useless shit that I just gotta grab grab grab
I don't got no budget, baby, chuck it on my fucking tab
I was born to be the boss so you were born to suck my cock
Money makes the world go round and I make quite a lot
So yr my shop
Yr my shop
Yr my shop
Yr my shop
Yr my shop
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7. |
Oppenheimer's Burden
03:14
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So proud we've gone too far
But will we even live to see tomorrow
Or will Shiva scorch the globe
And strike me down here in New Mexico?
See, not that long ago
We were the lonely few to
Know what one should never know
I couldn't turn away
I felt the spark inside me grow
And grow and grow and grow
And grow and grow
Another cigarette
When I am God and witness my creation
In the wake of its Big Bang
No cosmic function save destruction
I'll be damned
Hot nights of tireless perspiration
Miles of sand in each direction
My fixation saw completion
Then I felt cold apprehension
When the plans, they left my hands
Trying to imagine
Oppenheimer's burden
The pressure on a person
The pressure to perform
To see the fireball form
The monumental roar
The bomb to end the war
The calm before the storm
Feeling so uncertain
Oppenheimer's burden
Bigger than Manhattan
And brighter than a blinding light
The distant sphere
His fear ignites
The atmosphere
In the calm before the storm
My blood was boiling as I saw the fireball form
I'll show those bastards it's the reason I was born
Am I Destroyer or the one to win the war?
Transfixed in horror by the glory of the orb
And though "it works" I know not what it's working for
The cloud expands atop the column to the roar
The brilliance of the distant sphere
My fear ignites the atmosphere
The brilliance of the distant sphere
My fear ignites the atmosphere
The brilliance of the distant sphere
My fear ignites the atmosphere
The brilliance of the distant sphere
My fear ignites the atmosphere
The brilliance of the distant sphere
My fear ignites the atmosphere
The brilliance of the distant sphere
My fear ignites the atmosphere
The brilliance of the distant sphere
My fear ignites the atmosphere
The brilliance of the distant sphere
My fear ignites the atmosphere
Perfect in precision
Oppenheimer's vision
The waves of indecision
The fission unperceived
Too bold to be believed
A paradox of peace
A sight to melt the mind
The apex of mankind
King of all devices
Oppenheimer's crisis
Smaller than an atom
But louder than an angel's horn
The instant doubt
Once witnessing
The mushroom cloud
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8. |
Don't Fuck With Freedom
01:19
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Last time I checked
I didn't need to get
A permission slip from you
Just to do what I wanna do
Quit breathing down my neck
It's a stress last time I checked
And believe me I've been checking
Every second I've been alive
You don't own me
I am not yr virgin plaything
We're on separate journeys
Get out of my story
Reject society's rules (you don't own me)
Don't you fucking touch my art (I am not yr virgin plaything)
Harmony could heal our hearts (We're on separate journeys)
You can't pin me down cos I'm a perfect changeling (Get out of my story)
We're all on our own (shows just how much you know)
Working it out as we go (you don't even get to see a happy ending)
We don't even know our why (they don't ever know what approach I'm using)
And it makes my head explode (plus I didn't buy into the dominant groupthink)
Don't fuck with freedom (Is this pointless?)
There's no rhyme or reason (Shouting down the void until you feel voiceless)
Don't ruin beauty (Is this progress?)
Tame yr inner demon (Pissing in the wind until yr needs get noticed)
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