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Psychos in the Senate
04:15
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Australians all let us rejoice, for we’re so young and free,
We’ve got half price on Doritos, and a constitutional monarchy
Lining up on election day to number boxes 1 to 6,
Can’t seem to get past 3 without numbering some psycho racist pricks
Now there’s psychos in the senate, and they’re talking on TV,
They’ve been sitting on the crossbench watching YouTube conspiracy theories
About halal certified vaccinations, and the Aboriginal refugees,
And who needs water security when you can water down section 18C
Psychos, psychos in the senate, who want to take us back to some non-existent time,
Where no one felt too gay or looked too different, before we got swamped by climate science
And the Liberals sent me a letter, bragging about how they’d stopped
Plans for a mosque near the Rivett shops, saying we’re not racist, it’s just a really small parking lot
For those who’ve come across the seas, we’ve boundless plains to share,
But did I mention that we’re girt by fear? If you could just wait over there…
Psychos, psychos in the senate. Just look at all their mates online,
Who when they’re not bagging out on Goodsey, are sending threats to Clementine
We want to be the clever country, intelligent and unique,
We want our eyes on the nobel prize, but we’re live betting on the Rugby League
Thanks for that one Malcolm, you really got it done with that double D,
And I kinda like your art collection, but I fucken hate the company you keep.
In joyful strains then let us sing, to all the ones we’re detaining
To the psychos that we voted in, we’ve lost sight of our humanity
Must have gotten drowned at sea
In history’s page let every stage, ask us how we let it get this way.
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2. |
I just wanna watch TV
03:20
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Dad, I’m bored and I don’t wanna draw
And I don’t wanna play with the toys that you bought for me
So give me the remote, I’m gonna get me comatose,
Staring at the flicker of the screen
Cos I just wanna watch TV, Yeah I just wanna watch TV
Dad, you’re getting cranky, and I am too,
But I’m not gonna do anything, until I watch cartoons.
I just wanna watch TV, Yeah I just wanna watch TV
What’s on dad, I don’t know, I’m gonna stare down every show
Don’t talk to me, I know it’s a repeat
I just wanna watch TV, Yeah I just wanna watch TV
And it doesn’t have to be exciting, It can be Canadian and moralising
Gonna flick and switch and scream and stare and I’m not moving from this chair.
I just wanna watch TV, Yeah I just wanna watch TV
And I’m not going to go to sleep, I just wanna watch TV
And when the kids have gone to sleep
Darling, come sit down with me
And we’ll wash away the troubles of the day
So, put up your feet, and turn the couch to face the screen,
Cos I just wanna watch TV, Yeah I just wanna watch TV
And it doesn’t have to be intelligent, it can just be something on Channel 10,
It can comfort us in the soft blue light, and sorry I forgot to say goodnight
But I just wanna watch TV, Yeah I just wanna watch TV,
But I just wanna watch TV, Yeah I just wanna watch TV,
I’ll sit here til I fall asleep, I just wanna watch TV
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Just a bloke
03:14
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Thanks for listening to me every time I open my mouth
Thanks for assuming that i know what I’m talking about
Thanks for the P Plates, thanks for the answers, thanks for the Mitsu fucken bishi lancer
And I’m not doing anything at all, no I’m not doing anything at all
Cos I’m just a bloke living in the status quo, And I’m not doing anything at all,
Yeah i’m just a bloke living in the status quo, And I’m not doing anything at all
Thanks for not calling me a slut, I like the sound of being a stud
Thanks for giving me that sweet job in IT
Thanks for not asking if I’m gonna have a baby
I can’t help it I was born this way, with higher prospects and better pay
And I’m not doing anything at all, no I’m not doing anything at all
Cos I’m just a bloke living in the status quo, And I’m not doing anything at all,
Year i’m just a bloke living in the status quo, And I’m not doing anything at all
Thanks for letting me wear the same thing every day,
Thanks for not commenting on how I look today,
Thanks for the blue tie, thanks for the power, and when i fuck up I’ll just buy you flowers
And I’m not doing anything at all, no I’m not doing anything at all
Cos I’m just a bloke living in the status quo, And I’m not doing anything at all,
Year i’m just a bloke, baby can’t you take a joke? And I’m not doing anything at all
Thanks for not getting in my way,
Thanks for comments sections, talkback and road rage,
Thanks for gettin the picture, thanks for not calling the cops when I hit ya
And I’m not doing anything at all, no I’m not doing anything at all
Cos I’m just a bloke living in the status quo, And I’m not doing anything at all,
Year i’m just a bloke living in the status quo, And I’m not doing anything at all
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Grand Designs
03:13
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Strung out and stressed from kids' bedtimes and meetings
We're re-financing and comfort eating
We haven't felt like ourselves in weeks
I haven't read a book in months, or just breathed easy.
Let's call in sick
Let's call in sick and live the dream,
I'll make you coffee or we can just catch up on sleep
with 6 hours of idle time, we can talk about all our grand designs
and it'll be one of those episode where Kevin calls it a triumph at the end of the show
Let's call in sick
Let's just feel normal you and me,
Just 6 hours, we'll pick up the kids at 3.
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5. |
Knowledge
02:36
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The football captain knows that God wants his team to win
The breakfast host knows what’s unAustralian
The cop knows that the dead kid had a gun
The drunken dickhead knows that girls just wanna have fun
Everybody knows fucken everything
About people they’ve never met and places they’ve never been.
Donald knows the birth certificate is fake
Joe knows that the pensioners are on the take
John knows they threw their babies in the sea
George knows someday they’ll find those WMDs
Everybody knows fucken everything
Connecting their favourite dots from the pixels on their screens
Alan knows that her father died of shame
Pauline knows exactly who to blame
Malcolm knows that the scientists all lie
Corey knows what it’s like to be vicitmised
Everybody knows fucken everything
It’s a post-fact consumer content doomsday pact
They know that it’s easy to just be right
And turn up the volume to 451 degrees fahrenheit
And I don’t know but I suspect
That it’s better to be seen as demonising than to be seen as politically correct
Everybody knows fucken everything
Connecting their favourite dots from the pixels on their screens
**All I know is that I don’t know, All I know is that I don’t know nuthin
All I know is that I don’t know, All I know is that I don’t know nuthin
And that’s fine.**
**respect and apologies to Operation Ivy
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6. |
Lump of Coal
02:24
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You danced with joy and you patted backs
When you tore up what you told us was a Carbon Tax
And you looked like drunken jocks about to trash the joint
You got your way, yeah you scored your points
But don’t do that shit in front of my daughter
Don’t do that shit in front of my son
She’s gonna need everything that we taught her
To undo everything that you’ve done
They watched you wave that lump of coal in Parliament House
You laughed it up with Barnaby, Yeah you guys are so fucken grouse
You said “don’t be afraid, our mates have got it all worked out,
There’s money to be made, and those eggheads don’t know what they’re talking about”
But don’t do that shit in front of my son,
Don’t say that shit in front of my daughter,
They’re gonna need energy from the sun
They’re gonna need a clean source of water
And you know just what to do,
You know that God’s got your back,
This world was made just for you,
And the science is ‘complete crap’.
And I wonder how much my kids will remember
About how you kicked those goals
Cos soon it’s gonna hit,
We’re gonna choke on your lump of coal.
And I try to be a good provider,
I try to give them what they need everyday,
But the best thing that we can give to our kids is
Action on Climate Change.
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7. |
Tattoo
03:02
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I looked up from my phone, and saw a red sun beaming down
From the ceiling in Oporto
There were 10 guys just like me,
Public service payday lunchtime, sitting at single seats
And any one of them coulda been me
Give or take 10 years, give or take 15 kilos,
Give or take 20 grand a year
We’ve got Chickensalt and Newsfeeds on our fingers,
And we can count all of our good friends on one hand
Sitting together all alone, grasping dockets and our mobile phones
We know it can’t stay this way, but we don’t know how to change
And we’ve all got shit to do,
Avoiding work and conversations, finding solace in greasy food.
Don’t know why we’ve gathered here though,
Trying to reconcile chips and coke zero
We let the noise wash over, numbers are called out
And Bruno Mars screams from the plasma in the corner
We’ve got Chickensalt and Newsfeeds on our fingers,
And we can count all of our good friends on one hand
Sitting together all alone, grasping dockets and our mobile phones
We know it can’t stay this way, but we don’t know how to change
So we scrunch up or napkins and paper bags,
And wipe our fingers on our pants.
We’ve got families and wifi, loyalty cards and wealth
Trying to reconcile a standard of living with mental health
And one by one we’re out the door,
Avoiding eye contact with charities and anyone we’ve met before
We get back to work. How ya goin’?
Don’t know what to say. Just taking solace in payday
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9. |
Every Night
05:05
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Well we’re not Sid and Nancy, but we’re not John and Jeanette,
We yell at the kids in the morning, and cuddle them in bed
Every Night
And the house could use some fixin, and the shitbox car,
We’re saving coupon and I’m playing songs on a package deal guitar
And it’s the Aldi version of our dream come true,
Never quite right but it’ll have to fucken do
Every night
And the dinner before payday, might just be cheese on toast,
Accompanied by cheesy grins from the ones that I love the most,
And the kids want a house like the ones in the next suburb along
Maybe Dad should have been a banker, not an artist who sings stupid songs
Every night
And we’re balancing laughs and smiles and tears and tantrums, Stresses and messes and farts and medicine
Soccer games, period pains, hoping our rate payments stay the same
Mortgage shackles, maniacal cackles, from kids who have overdosed on chocolate crackles
Beaming smiles and homework answers, broken hearts and loving glances
Every night
And we’ll keep our glasses half full, cuddle the kids to sleep at night,
We’ll deal with the morning when it comes, another day another compromise
And of course I’d never trade it, there’s nothing that I would rather do,
Than ride with the beauty and the chaos and wind up sleeping next to you
Every night
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