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Back Spasm
02:54
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If you remember, it was all scholarships & shirtfronts, but the trickle down stayed the same, it was jobs for mates & Gina’s backside grew, meanwhile the Great Barrier Reef carked it. Science gets replaced by the canned laughter of reality TV and in the midst of all that we see this half baked cunt grinning thumbs up in the cockpit of a multi-million dollar war plane yet to fly! Fuckhead Tony sold us all!
BACK SPASM... Abbott-o-gasm,
another slogan, well... shit happens
BACK SPASM... Abbott-o-gasm
But aah... yeah the lucky country, we’re in search for truth, identity and meaning, our government is desperately trying to channel that erstwhile digger spirit of mateship, but in the vacuum of our current political landscape where the size of your checkbook is the driver, the silver spooners tap into the bogan right, preaching division, bigotry and hatred. Forget about social inclusion comrade, it’s more like... “Fuck you! I’m the one with the right white vision!”
BACK SPASM...
Aah... yeah, can you feel the Tony in the room? Tony is here right now and he’s eating an onion.
So if you stop the boats, you stop the smokes, yeah the gospel, that’s my truth, ya know Margie, I’m only punching walls because god is my messenger.
Don’t be alarmed, be re-assured, be part of the mission, get on board, don’t be alarmed, be re-assured, it’s a campaign not a war. Lets go for gold!
GO GO GO... TEAM AUSTRALIA!
BACK SPASM... Abbott-o-gasm, BACK SPASM... Abbott-o-gasm
It’s just another cheesy fuckin’ slogan.
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2. |
Look At Me
04:04
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Yes I’m a sociopathic narcissist,
what don’t you understand about the diagnosis,
I’m a sociopathic narcissist, (x2)
Bloated self importance, empty soul is full of me, I am the gunbrute on the pedestal, look at me, look at me! Just look at me!
I’m just a sociopathic narcissist, what dont you understand...
Bloated self importance, empty soul is full of me. I am the gunbrute on the pedestal, look at me, look at me!
Just look at me, LOOK AT ME!
Without me you are nothing... you are nothing... NOTHING!
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3. |
Wizard Wigzell
03:28
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The legend of the famous 88, he would chuck it sideways sliding down the straight, he’s in the purple monster modified, with a big block Chevy powerslide.
He was... Wizard Wigzell, Wizard Wigzell, Wizard Wigzell,
Light it up and make it sizzle,
Wizard Wigzell, Wizard Wigzell, Wizard Wigzell.
The fire from his pipes light up the dark, every Friday night he’s racing Rowley Park, he’s burnin’ methanol and he’s spittin’ dirt, starting at the back and he’s comin’ first.
He was... Wizard Wigzell...
He was the legend of the famous 88, he would chuck it sideways sliding down the straight, he’s in a purple monster modified, with a big block Chevy powerslide.
YEEEEEEEH HAAAAR!
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Mutton Chops
02:34
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He’s got a fair set, a fair set of mutton chops, (x3)
He’s got the fleshies and the tattood sleeves, (x3) he’s got the stretches and the sandals.
His hair is never gunna get him a job (x3) well... maybe a little wristie,
a wristie in the barber shop!
He’s gunna Snapchat all the hipster slimmies, while he sips his
de-constructed coffee, he’s gunna Snapchat all the hipster slimmies,
and then he thinks its gobby gobby gobby gobby gobby gobby gob!
WHOOOAA Yeah! That well groomed facial hair! WHOOOAA Yeah!
He’s got a fair set, a fair set of mutton chops, (x2)
the boy’s got a fair set, a fair set of mutton chops.
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5. |
Rip It Up
02:41
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Rip it up, trash that shit, tear it up, crash that shit,
wreck it all, burn that shit, rip it up, trash that shit
Well if you’re gunna start a war, you’ve gotta start a war worth fighting for, you’ve gotta stand for something, stand for more, you’ve gotta stand for something worth fighting for!
Rip it up, trash that shit...
When politicians make no sense, use civil disobedience,
every government is a corporate whore, you gotta make the choice.
Do you wanna be the whore of the whore?
Rip it up, trash that shit...
Brothers, sisters, comrades, join with me in solidarity,
No you don’t have to take it anymore!
Rip it up, trash that shit...
When politicians make no sense, use civil disobedience. RIGHT NOW!
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Poor People
03:08
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Poor people don’t drive cars, (x5)
and big Joe’s got a fat cigar... no poor people don’t drive cars,
... well you better get me a bucket!
Poor people don’t drive cars, (x5)
and big Joe’s got a fat cigar... and he’s not afraid to stick it right up yours,
... well you better get me a bucket, you better get me a bucket!
Well monsieur Joseph.. today we have for you, moules marinières, pâté du foie gras, beluga caviar, eggs Benedict, tourte du poireaux and a fricassee of worthless working class and middle class Australia, all served on a sesame seed bun.
I’ll have the lot... and don’t skimp on the fucking pâté!
Poor people... they don’t drive cars... no no no no...
La di dah...
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7. |
Tropical State
05:43
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Silicon tits, corruption and there’s money changing hands, there’s illegal guns and high-rise deals meeting lobbyist’s demands.
That’s the legacy of Peterson, watch the slush funds overflow, with their loaded laws for bent police dispensed in prophylactic blue, they got their muscles flexed, egos fed, we’re all greasin’ the right palms, politician’s souls are bought and sold by corporations without qualms.
So many royal commissions like ladyfingers, cheap drugs from the man, there’s Abbott Point vs the dying reef, shit policy crapped into a can.
That’s the legacy of Peterson...
Welcome to the Tropical State (x4) It’s not a dream... it’s not a dream.
That’s the legacy of Peterson...
Welcome to the Tropical State (x4)... watch the lies eat them from the inside and out.
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Bum
03:41
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um! It’s your bum, it’s just a bum, it’s just a bum,
It’s your bum (x4)
Bum! It’s just a bum, it’s just an ordinary bum,
well... this bum could be your mums.
It’s your bum (x many times)
“nein si mussen nicht zu bleichen”
It’s your bum (x many times)
It’s a bum! It’s just a bum, it’s just an ordinary bum,
well... this bum could be your mums.
Well... White King will cut it, shine it like a diamond, make that freckle clean, make that freckle gleam, White King will cut it, shine it like a diamond, (x2)
Shine on you crazy diamonds.
It’s your bum (x many)
“nein si mussen nicht zu bleichen”
Oh it’s your bum for christ’s sake Julie... Michaelia, It’s just a fucking BUM!
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