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Poverty Point
02:41
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Poverty Point
Let's take it back to 1913
When the times were tough and the seas were clean,
And William Greville bought some land
From the trees down to the sand.
Now everybody's starving,
And the families' weights are halving
And depressed since the war.
So they laid down slabs of cold concrete
To make a stone cold, concrete beach
To give jobs and purpose to the poor!
So shit oh dear, have the tables turned
From what was so dear,
Now is effortlessly earned,
By the rich bitch sitting on top of her throne -
Encrusted with the tears of her ancestors; disowned,
What a time, what a place to live,
We've not a dime to spare,
And not a shit to give,
They couldn't care less, lost all dignity and respect,
God they've fucked this joint,
Down in Poverty Point.
I've seen more intelligent life forms on their backs in the bottom of ponds,
If it weren't for Mummy's monthly cheques
You wouldn't be far from.
Let's see you build your life from scratch
Like Willie built the bay,
If only he could see the East now, he'd be thrashing in his grave.
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Retail Therapy
02:22
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Retail Therapy
Frenzal said it best when they said 'Working in retail sucks',
'Coz I've had it up to here with you poor, frivolous, dumb fucks,
I get asked the same questions almost every single day,
I should just put a sign on my chest that says 'please fucking go away!'
It could be a lot worse I know, than working in a shop,
I could be a nurse or in a hearse, or worse, a fucking cop!
Now I've had my fair share of copping shit and picking up the slack,
And selling shit to those who can't afford, "Would you like socks with that?"
Take your screaming child away from me,
Why do you take your kids on shopping sprees?!
Outdoor Retail's not the place to be,
If you hate dumb cunts just as much as me!
Every day the coffee shots are never less than two,
I need a coping mechanism to help you tie your fucking shoe,
You think you can wear that singlet in the snow and be alright?!
Just slap it on the AMEX, 'the customer is always right!'
"Do you have spare change for a Fifty?"
You're buying items worth $2.93!
"How long's the parking here for free?"
Braindead fucktards can get in the fucking sea!
"Oi over there can you help me? Oh I'm sorry to be such a pain,
But I need a pair of pants that won't get wet in the rain,
I've got big hips, small waist, fat knees and REALLY awkward thighs,
I can't wear green, nor blue, nor black, and I need them IN MY SIZE!"
Think I need a change of scenery,
Before I make a motherfucker bleed!
Wouldn't be here if not for the money,
Outdoor Retail is just not the place for me.
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Refund Policy
03:41
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Refund Policy
Let's build a bridge and then we'll burn it down,
We're here five minutes now the world is ours,
Erase, replace, deface without a sound,
It's yours, it's ours, it's theirs, it's shared -
You can't own borrowed ground.
Yet we believe
That if the sea rose up into the trees,
We'd still find the air to breathe 'easy',
There's no receipt
Or no exchange or refund policy,
That covers the damage done by you and me.
This sphere is bigger than just you and me -
Its cells combine, atoms divide not easily,
And yet we take and rape nonchalantly,
There's no reserve of unfucked earths,
It's 'partay' with no 'Plan B'.
When we're done
It'll be a lifeless husk littered by stuff
By plagues of cunts who could not give a fuck.
When is enough?
There's no false start grace from the starting gun
Or season re-runs, we'll find another sun.
No control -
We'll lose it all.
We're so small,
It's all our fault.
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Bailey
00:36
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Bailey
If I've not a job and all the time left in the world
I'd spend every day with my brown fur girl,
We'd hang out at the beach and play tug of war with seaweed,
We'd chase the seagulls and piss on trees.
We'd fang it down the slippo
When we hang out at the park
And we won't have to go home when it gets dark.
We'd chug 'em at the pub,
And then we'd get baked in the sun,
Who needs a job?!
'Coz dogs are much more fun!
I won't get paid,
Someone give me money
To hang with my Bailey!
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$18.50
03:07
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$18.50
Just another day in the office
Lazing 'bout like a tortoise,
Oh my dog I need a drink.
I'd rather be in the sea
Or at least in a bath that's big enough for me to sink
Up to my ears and eyes
So I can hide my white skin from the sun,
This wretched heat can eat my left one -
Wake me up when the day is done.
But then it felt like Déjà Vu
Or a dream I've dreamt many times before,
Where the glistening shine of a $2 coin
Lay there sparkling on the floor,
I adjust my eyes and to my surprise
I found a whole heap more,
I figured digging deeper couldn't hurt.
I found $18.50 in the dirt,
If I keep it a secret
Does that make me a jerk?
There's a homeless guy
Who needs it more than I,
Never felt so conflicted in my life!
Could it be that it's planted and I'm captured on camera
For a shitty prank TV show?
Could it be that it's never been discovered buried treasure
In a chest down deep below?
But then I stop to stop to think 'What if it's the missing link
In a murder case decades old?'
Or possiblie that homeless guy has lost his gold?
I found $18.50 on the ground,
If it's not for me then who's worthy?
Should I keep just what I've found?
Or take a moral stance
And provide the man finance?
I can't stand the weight in my pants
It's a sin!
I kept $18.50.
Inconsiderate dick, I pocketed it, I'm a selfish, greedy piece of shit.
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Space Dust
03:31
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Space Dust
We are space dust with the lust to learn the truth,
Colonise, empathise, to run the race and never lose,
Come of age, contemplate but told to never question why,
Waste our short time building 'long' lives then we die.
Quarter crisis - 25 through life, in strife,
Finally realise that all we've got is time,
Never tried a real life slice, don't tell me that that's fine,
I see now though I'm blind.
Just. Space. Dust.
Thrive. We. Must.
Things are nothing, can't take them with you when you go,
We're in and out, make it count, we're born to die alone,
We are comfortable with life because we know of nothing else,
We belong nowhere and exist for no one, we live only for ourselves.
We know nothing about everything.
We know everything about nothing.
And that's okay.
Space Dust.
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Ess-Em Sydney, Australia
Sydney based folk/punk, 5 piece collective.
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