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Wide eyes show white
White enough to shoot
But if you ain't got the strength to fight it
and you just can't hide it
And I ain't gonna open my eyes anymore
ain't gonna open my eyes anymore
Pale faces burn.
I would've thought by now we'd learn
But every fool still waits their turn in
the rotisseries turning
Well I ain't gonna open my eyes anymore
I ain't gonna open my eyes anymore
I ain't gonna open my eyes anymore
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At my nan's I wasn't thinking
over boiled beans and chicken
Something cool fell in my juice cup
sudden I could lie and make stuff up
Is that why
my future's so bright?
So strap in and go
the backyard rock show
When all city folk got southern
paint my face up with my brother
Uncle choked and started shaking
over whiskey, eggs and bacon
Is that why
our nights look so bright?
So strap in and go
Backyard rock show.
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Your eyes hit a gilded window
when the Housewives Journal, started closing every door
The wind's so strong and you decided
that you just don't want to be carried with it anymore
"Oh my god" the neighbours
just can't put a word to it never seen to write or call
Greetings to the sister
as you're strutting through your suburb watching ladies trip and fall
She came when he left, never thought it was a big decision
Gave up on lives that revolve around car ignition
Hey did you ever get the feeling everything is working out okay?
Sunday afternoon sure used to sting until
the drinks kick in at ten
But now you've joined a collective
surely nothing ordinary kicking up a storm again
"Oh my god" the neighbours
just can't put a word to it never seen to write or call
Greetings to the sister
as you're strutting through your suburb watching ladies trip and fall
Came when he left, never thought it was a big decision
Gave up on lives that revolve around beer and fishing
Hey did you ever get the feeling everything is working out okay?
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The weightlifter and a library tech you know
Made a big decision in the magazine row
I'll open my catalogue just enough to let you in
And she'll drop beers like you drop vitamins
Did you ever never wanna let somebody down?
Was you ever thinking that you'd be Cathy's clown now, she's around?
The protein pills and the G-strings you left in her flat
Are just enough to get your Dewey Decimal back
You lift her to work, just before your daily workout begins
And she'll stack up like you stack vitamins
Did you ever never wanna let somebody down?
Was you ever thinking that you'd be Cathy's clown, now she's around? Hey!
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Every word they sling you hits like your folks have never been kind
And the jewels on your apron could use some calamine
Ugly girls and pit-faced boys all hunch and join in the line
Got the shoe that you lived in
And the towel that you dried in
And there's a drink you can drown in
So choose a blanket to die in
Spill a drink on his front and salsa on the plans for a mall and high rise
'Cause there's only so much of string that patrons can pull and unwind
You're the shoe that they lived in
And you're the towel that they dried in
And there's a drink you can drown in
They got the blanket you'll die in
Choke on the towel you can die in
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Had a scratch only you could itch
Underneath the Glebe Point Bridge
And now every boy in a knitted vest
Has got some precedent
So we took a personality pill
And something red to swill
And now every fire has gone out
In every heart that wanted to kill
Let's call it a day
Every thought that once had a sound
We'll have to hide 'til no one is around
'Cause there ain't no room in the city today
For explanations that you just can't say
You found out what shame can mean
In purple sneakers and grey jeans
And every walk to school that once made sense
Sure felt like an accident
Let's call it a day
For every trouble you found
There's a drink to lose it and drown
But do you need somebody, to feel somebody?
Every day that once had a sound
We'll have to hide 'til no one is in town
I don't hate I just feel better
When no one else is around
So we'll take a personality pill
And something red to swill
And now every fire has gone out
In every heart that wanted to kill
Let's call it a day
For every trouble you found
There's a drink to lose it and drown
But do you need somebody, to feel somebody?
You can shave a million ways
To make damn sure that the twelve in you stays
But do you need somebody, to feel somebody?
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Grab a six pack for the way home.
It's only twenty five minutes alone
At a chance to listen to what you see fit
Put your tail between your legs and you split
Was never one for luck
On a pay rise or a girl you got stuck
Never bother with FM radio
Pop a compilation tape and we'll go
But every dick that comes from the hills
Is gonna innundate you still
Never one to let something go
To make you hate or cuss at folks you don't know
As his girlfriend takes the last mushroom slice
You hope they never make their movie on time
Was never one for luck
On a pay rise or a girl you got stuck
Never bother with FM radio
Pop a compilation tape and we'll go
But every dick that comes from the hills
Is gonna innundate you still
Nineteen to twenty two
Just Nik, Jaimme, red wine and you
Into the Datsun and go
To another Massappeals show
Was never one for luck
On a pay rise or a girl you got stuck
Never bother with FM radio
Pop a compilation tape and we'll go
But every dick that comes from the hills
Is gonna innundate you still
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We'd like to introduce you to the nature of our trials
We'd love the chance to bring your elders down
So fix your Dad a drink 'cause we're gonna need to think
Now you're a plane we won't need them around anymore
We done a lot of dumb things now, sure hope we do some more
And we'll wait all summer just to piss on your door
The wing commander's sister is a golden haired surprise
I can't walk far but I can shoot for miles
And my radar can see anyone over thirteen
Now you're grown up we don't need you around anymore
We done a lot of dumb things now, sure hope we do some more
It's the last summer so in our dust you will crawl
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It's irregular and it sure won't pay
but say naught 'til you got something to say
So I live for forty minutes a day
Can I have that?
The biggest kick you ever got
was paying out on dinosaur rock
and said with every prehistoric thought
you can stain
For every door that's been closed
there's another of your friends you can dose
While your brains seem to speak through your clothes
And for every handshake that'll pay
there's another motherfuck who'll complain
that to keep a legal dose is so lame
Are you stray?
Those born with gold with weary souls
Should eat their young and die
Are you stray?
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Never wanted more
From my local store
A chance to be by myself
Be on the right side of the shelf
But for every drink I serve
Sure wish I had callous nerve
Cause for every sandwich I know
There's a sack of shit to be dosed
Wash my hands in shame
4000 times a day
And when I make it on home
There's a smell that always stays
I know the regulars well
From every stale grill I sell
From bainmaries to cold tea
I'm the service that you need
There's a poison in my drink
It's gonna take each good thought I could think
There's a poison I know
Wash my hands in shame
4000 times a day
For while I service your greed
I'm just dying to be clean
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Don't you wish that your kids all looked more fine?
Do you feel that your guy's below your style?
Animal slippers and a drink over Sunday mail
Coffee teeth and a cigarette heart for sale
Any minute now something's gonna happen
Everything's falling 'cept the shit you fell in
Mailman, black umbrella
Doesn't feel the need to tell ya
Sure have looked better
And ego kissing fools
are teaching your kids in private schools
crack another bottle, it's five
Monday morning who could ask for more
Smoking buds, got your friends all 'round next door
Any minute now something's gonna happen
Everything's falling 'cept the shit you fell in
Mailman, black umbrella
Doesn't feel the need to tell ya
Kudzu Cinderella.
Them ego kissing fools
are teaching your kids in private schools
crack another bottle, it's five
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You've lived on beans and rice
And fell for Jesus Christ
And if your pants are nice
Mother nature's son,
Never made sense until you begun
To play the kids for fun
Maybe start a TV show
A service in day-glo
Watch your ethics grow
Mother nature's kid,
Just keep the money hid
As if you never did sell
Mother nature's son
Never made sense until you begun
To play the kids for fun
You've never tasted hell
'cause Judas signed you well
And if the story sells
Mother nature's kid,
Just keep the money hid
As if you never did sell
Mother nature's son
Never made sense until you begun
To play the kids for fun
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Drunk at Cannon Falls
I never made the call
I had your number
It was chiselled on my hand and stained
Fell asleep to the line
Lyle sung "She's made up her mind"
Now I'm the twenty first descendant of the age and
I don't want it getting 'round town
'cause you'll kick my skinny ass if you ever saw me down
I can deny it 'til they all gone away
But I just don't think we'll ever get that other band together
Tried on all of your clothes
But even me and your girlfriend know
That there's only so much one guy
Can steal and so
We'll all choke on the slack
Try like hell to dream you back
Of the nothing I got
You know that you've always got half a soul
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Would it stain
If the lights fell down on your name
And each face began to look all the same?
How much is enough?
Did you ever want to just lose touch with everybody you know?
In the morning
When you've wiped his taste away
The last of the red and all the records you played
How much is enough?
Did you ever want to just lose touch with everybody who heard?
Did you ever want to join a collective
Or throw a party just to make sure you missed it?
Did you ever want to be a collective?
Would you sell out
To the dealer with the lowest cost
And you burn every proscenium floor?
How much is enough?
Did you ever want to get in touch with somebody you've hurt?
Offered up some kind of collective
Where you can never ever be left selected
Did you ever want to be a collective?
If the lights then fell
Do you think you could tell
How much?
If the lights then fell
Do you think you could tell
Just how much?
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