. . .
|
|
Don't let there be
Something sour in my coffee.
There's fourteen year olds
Screaming get out of my country.
I won't let him rise just to say goodbye.
Hourly, daily.
The August cold
brings something bad in its sock drawer.
There's too much hate
covering up those once white walls.
I don't want my boy thinking I'm only to avoid.
Tread safe
Hourly, daily.
He's the spitting image and the oldest of two.
Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?
Make a morning pledge
To the heart of the city quiet.
Pray the daybreak sun
Can fill up the halls of a sleepless night.
Bring one good face into this house today.
Hourly, daily.
He's the splitting image and the oldest of two.
Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?
. . .
|
|
If you tuned in correctly this morning
Kissed his cheek, get your tea and your toast in
Got the greatest of the latest Top Thirty
To clear your mind of all things unfaithful or dirty
What do you like to hear with your soldiers?
The sponsor needs to know what you told us
Got a chorus written for us straight from the file
Just check your brain into the AM dial
Waking up is easy when you've got a voice you know
Rattling up the ratings on the breakfast show
Waking up is easy when you've got a throat you love
Telling you what's out there
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
If you don't like the nest that you've made
We got a competition running you can leave today
Pack your bags, clean your ears of the city
We got a place where even your car looks pretty
Waking up is easy when you got a host you know
Rattling up the ratings on the breakfast show
Waking up is easy when you got a throat you love
Telling you what's out there
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Good morning ladies, do you need a man?
Put your trust in our thirties-and-over plan
Trust me
Waking up is easy when you've got a voice you know
Rattling up the ratings on the breakfast show
Waking up is easy when you've got a throat you love
Telling you what's out there
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Good morning, good morning, good morning
Good morning, good morning, good morning
Good morning, good morning, good morning
Good morning, good morning, good morning
. . .
|
|
I'm sure I could make your hand fit mine
If I deliver these custard trays on time
Four-thirty A.M. ding-dong rise
I kiss her photo with the beam from the ash tray light
I'm sure I could deliver better
If I pretended I'd never met her
She said she'd love me sweeter
If we made it to the pier for dinner
Seven months in a ditch for the ring kept for her to decide
If my milk truck's going to be her chariot ride
Four-thirty A.M. ding-dong rise
Morning sun makes my sour heart pasteurise
I'm sure I could deliver better
If I pretended I'd never met her
She said she'd love me sweeter
If we made it to the pier for dinner
Welsh rarebit with a new dress on
If that ain't enough to make you smile
Every Kintail Road kid knows
When she's around then cheese goes dry
. . .
|
|
We're on the corner every morning just to see you get across
The civic fathers divide us up into cats and dogs
The sergeant major of the neighbourhood is weighing up the cost
The senior transit lane
While we're standing in the rain
Worried if our head will fall
Alright, right
We'll stay together 'til the kids die just to keep it clean
Buy the weapons with the sales made from garden magazines
Strike up the ladies to bake tea cakes for the council's war machine
And they're digging up the roads
And widening it just so
You can suffocate at home
Alright, right
The Prince of Wales tea
To keep the garden green
but they don't want to be there
The shit can't be there
You woke me up just to check that I'm alive
We talk to each other as if we're five
Raise open the flag just to see which of us cares
And they're digging up the roads
And widening it just so
You can suffocate at home
Alright, right
Alright, alright, alright, alright
. . .
|
|
Saw the sun come up again.
Last week's papers and a pack of darts
That got me through 'til ten.
The ten fifteen's five minutes late.
I really should just get out more these days.
Next door is coughing up his lungs.
Two A.M. I'm sure she said
She's gonna get herself a gun.
I blacked out from three to five.
You should hear what's going on outside.
As the morning bread goes hard
On the corner shop they're waiting
Just for rush hour to start.
And I'm wondering why his kids are late
I really should just get out more these days.
Days, and each one shows
there's so much I'll never know
If I don't ever get
If I never get home, home.
And old Ryan's still his rust
And Tuesday comes and goes
Like any late night bus.
I could do a lot more with my time
But you should hear what's going on outside.
. . .
|
|
To get up the bond for an inner west flat
He'd work for anybody if he wasn't working for her dad.
She' practicing saying I do or I will
'cause she don't know how to tell him that she's going off the pill.
Her curtains are for certain that he'll talk about her ass
But she clings to his photo like a piece of broken glass.
We can't get it together today.
She's looking for his heart while he stares the other way.
He's dad is a nut, he's ex-girl is a slut.
But he'll be yours forever if you just get it together.
If we can't get it together, if we can't get it together
Is it ever gonna be just you and me?
So they met on Tuesday at the town hall steps
To get an eight by ten photo and a wedding date set.
We might as well do it next week
'cause we've met everybody that we're ever gonna meet.
He's dad is a nut, he's ex-girl is a slut
But he'll be yours forever if you just get it together.
If we can't get it together, if we can't get it together
Is it ever gonna be just you and me?
Four seventy to Circular Quay.
A present in your pocket for the TAB
If we can't get it together, if we can't get it together
Is it ever gonna be just you and me?
Would you settle for a mobile home
A good record store and a public phone
If we can't get it together, if we can't get it together.
. . .
|
|
If I'm so unpopular out on the highway
Why is everybody waving at me?
See if they even knew ya
Wouldn't you find that a little peculiar?
Six pack, cheaper domestic
To keep the council's road works protected.
Mopping up puke for all the high school kids getting soaking.
Ripping off stickers off dashboards preventing me from smoking.
We ain't going west of the city
But I'll take you to the station 'cause your girlfriend's pretty.
Six pack, cheaper domestic
To keep the council's road works protected.
I can get you where you want.
Start at $1.80 add the extra.
But for that
Late night AM talk back line.
Don't use my mirror for your hairdo
If you don't mind.
I can get you where you want.
Start at $1.80 add the extra.
But for that
Late night AM talk back line.
Don't use my mirror for your hairdo
If you don't mind.
. . .
|
|
Walter quit the RAF
When there was no good air left.
Made it back to the clan.
The dog, the wife, the betting slip wet in his hand.
And no one's listening.
To the boys
Tim, Jaimme and Gab.
Keeping him up while his mistress rings his hands.
Picked him up after school
Just make sure you're looking good.
And no one's leaving.
Walter plays.
Get off your knees.
Walter plays.
Get off your knees.
It's mini coke and prawns again
In his room or on the sand.
Not a day before he fell
Propping up the bar at the Raffle's hotel.
And no one' leaving.
Walter plays
Get off your knees.
Give the kids a hand
Down on the sand.
No one's listening.
Walter plays
Get off your knees.
Give the kids a hand
Down on the sand.
. . .
|
|
Did you catch her in the window?
Do I run or do I mend
Praying for heavy comfort
To fill his pockets with his hands
Men in chip shops, milk bars, postmen
Used to fork out for your mouth
And now the compliments have stopped
Since every asset's headed south
He was a sharp one what a looker
The last drunk to hang around
Get well she could colour knickers
Just for the mirror now
Had a dream once it was morning
In a dress that never frayed
And now your friends are like eyelashes
Too many dropping off these days
For forty seconds today
I was sure that we were feeling the same way
For forty seconds today
I was sure that we were feeling the same way
. . .
|
|
Everyone talks so fast and walks so slow.
Suddenly in a town they don't know.
Last stop and strangers drink
and admitting me in the midnight show and
Two kids sweat
as he's trying to get his lips to her neck.
It's all up to him, it's a concession film
But what do you do?
Where have I been lately?
Dirty water interrupted by
a bridge that's not too sore on the eye.
Guy in the better looking pants
is ruining the other's night and
Will he hurt
as the air conditioning draws out the shirt.
It's all up to him, it's a concession film.
But what do you do?
Where have I been lately?
It's if nothing I said knows new.
It's if you've never heard anything true.
but we will try 'til the next time or the last time.
Everyone talks so fast and walks so slow
Suddenly in a town they don't know.
Hours come and minutes fly
the fifteen stories window high and
Two kids sweet
as he tries to stare his shame to his feet.
'cause you owe it to him, it's a concession film.
But what do you do?
Where have I been lately?
It's if nothing I said knows new.
It's if you've never heard anything true.
but we will try 'til the next time or the last time.
. . .
|
|
I had that something from my head to my eye
Just as I made it to the front of the line.
I only seen them out in front of the rehab.
My buddy's check form is all blown to sag.
And just because I'm spoonfed on milo and cheese
Don't go shooting every dog just 'cause one of us got fleas.
And if you don't want to grow wear some
Baby clothes
Baby clothes
Baby clothes
Baby clothes
Baby clothes
Baby clothes
Baby clothes
Baby clothes.
And I'm so sick of sickness yeah
Why do I write the songs so dickless yeah.
A just cause I'm too fat on cheap smokes and wine
I can't look over your fat shoulder and make rock 'n' roll mine.
Been hearing so much chitter chatter chitter chatter
And now I found something that matters, matters, matters, matters.
But if you don't want to grow wear some
Baby clothes
Baby clothes
Baby clothes
Baby clothes
Baby clothes
Baby clothes
And if the bar is closed
I don't want to know
. . .
|
|
I've checked all the dailies
And subscription mail ins
But where do we come from?
You never stopped dusting
My middle ear's always buzzing
Where do we belong?
Trust me not 'cause I still don't know
We're not in someone else's
Someone else's home
Do you really want to exist
Past 1946
Or have I got you wrong?
When nothing much matters
But shoes, pants and haircuts
The morning engines go
Heaven's toast, like the sound they told.
We're not in someone else's
Someone else's home
We're gonna run away, make your heart my own
And if we're not hot at least we're not
In someone else's home
Subscription filled the yellow pills
We're not in someone else's
Someone else's home
We're gonna run away, make your heart my own
And if we're not hot at least we're not
In someone else's home
. . .
|
|
When I was in grade six
I used to hold open a door for a girl and she called me a wimp.
Said there's just no need to be so fucking polite
I politely agreed with her, I think she was right.
It just never entered my mind
That a twelve year old came down to choosing sides.
You said I'd die if I had nothing to do
Put a drink in my hand and I'll talk to anything that moves.
I just refuse to give you what you think would make things right.
Just to find hate when you've lost the will to fight.
And would it be really in touch with the times
To put somebody down for choosing sides.
And you said show us them teeth
Give us them braces.
Show us the dental work that puts fear in twelve year old faces.
I can make you feel even half worthwhile
But please don't ask me to smile.
And times when it still feels right
I'll hold open a door for a girl or back down from a fight.
And if there's just no need to be so fucking polite.
At least it helps you sleep easier at night.
Just never entered my mind
That ever should come down to choosing sides.
And you said show us them teeth
Give us them braces.
Show us the dental work that puts fear in twelve year old faces.
I can prove to you that I do or don't get high
But please don't ask me to smile.
. . .
|
|
Moon shines hard on trouble.
Check your watch by the lake city shuttle
And she tries hard not to decide.
Are you gonna tell him where you go nightly?
When you're dressed so brightly.
Is the money gonna come without a price?
A hundred holes and bubbles.
you gotta avoid trouble
Just waiting for something to arrive.
And all your daydream heroes
Are losing their hair, teeth and halos
who're you fall into tonight?
Pay the bills for uncle Ted he's a nutter.
Lives on bananas and peanut butter
Keeps his teeth in a glass of Long Island tea.
And are you gonna tell him where you go nightly?
And that the kids are tucked in tightly?
Is the city big enough for you to hide?
A hundred holes and bubbles.
You gotta avoid the trouble
Of waiting for a way out to arrive.
All your daydream heroes
Are losing their hair, teeth and halos
who're you fall into tonight?
Are you gonna tell him where you go nightly?
Where you go nightly?
. . .
|
|
When the day falls where do you go?
Six thirty, city windows dirty.
Office nightclubs, drinks, dates and movie stubs.
Be wary all secretaries.
And eyes roam for who takes who home
As the rain's coming down to Friday night.
Don't let me down again.
Passport pictures with charts and figures.
Daily nightly. Oh, like me tightly.
When the day falls where do you go?
Ten thirty, like me tightly.
And eyes roam for who takes who home
As the rain's coming down to Friday night.
Don't let me down again.
Don't let me down again.
. . .
|
Switch to Russian 
