1. |
Boys' Club
02:50
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I wish we could say we're taking a stand
Really it's just self-preservation
That while you're free to keep spouting your shit
We're free to decide not to listen
When you tell me that we'll never get anywhere of our own volition
Don't tell me that once again we've brought music to your pissing competition
No I don't like your boys' club
We never needed anyone
To tell us we were worth your attention
Don't try and blame our bad attitude
It's a toxic, pathetic societal convention
That tells me it's supply and demand
If that's what you think go and book a different band
Don't tell me that we're your act of charity
Your show doesn't mean that much to me
Because I don't like your boys' club
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2. |
Angry Reacts Only
03:52
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It's so easy to give a grand of your not so hard-earned to a cause
So easy you had time to post it online for sweet synthetic applause.
And if a tree falls in the forest and it doesn't go viral did it even make a sound?
In a world of seven billion most don't care but you're so proud.
You're so proud.
Private school never taught you anything if you're life's about
Letting people see the open wounds that you never cleaned out.
And I bet you can love anyone with enough MDMA
But what's the point of love when someone else has paid your way.
You've been flown across the world to find somewhere you can call home
And you've finally found it sat behind a computer screen all alone.
All of the likes from all the people that you may or may not know don't make you any more likeable
And of your thousand friends which ones will show up to your funeral?
Private school never taught you anything if you're life's about
Letting people see the open wounds that you never cleaned out.
And I bet you can love anyone with enough MDMA
But what's the point of love when someone else has paid your way.
You're no one's protégé
Just a sneaky stowaway
On your daddy's money train.
Choo choo mother fucker, it's your free ride coming to an end.
If you need help I'm sure you can ask one of your thousand friends.
Choo choo mother fucker, it's the sound of the money train pulling in.
I hope your online persona is enough to cover your pathetic skin.
Private school never taught you anything if you're life's about
Letting people see the open wounds that you never cleaned out.
And I bet you can love anyone with enough MDMA
But what's the point of love when someone else has paid your way.
Choo choo mother fucker, it's your free ride coming to an end.
Choo choo mother fucker, it's the sound of the money train pulling in.
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3. |
Seinfeels
03:14
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Don't worry I'm not getting sick again I've just got heaps to do this weekend
My bedroom walls won't stare at themselves
And I'm sorry I missed your call again but if it'd make it easier I can pretend
We don't just stagnate between the shows …Let's go!
How come I like George Costanza
But I can't bring myself to like me?
I'm lazy and worthless and my life's a mess
But I heard that's what makes good TV
And like the eggplant Joey left in your fridge
Do me a favour and chuck me in the bin
But excuse my nasty stinky stain
How come I like George Costanza
But I can't bring myself to like me?
I'm lazy and worthless and my life's a mess
But I heard that's what makes good TV
And if she's not too busy
I'll see if Magda Szubanski could play me
I've always had a touch of the Sharons about me
This is the theme song to my shit show
And if you want a part don't be shy just let me know.
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4. |
Dinosaurs
04:11
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Financially reckless two words that can sum up an entire generation
Social instability caused by our collective lack of motivation
You blame our work ethic even though everything you had came so easy to you
You think you deserve everything you've got well I think you deserve what's coming to you.
Because you, yeah you, you're a dinosaur
You used to have the power but you don't scare me anymore
You might be a T-Rex you might be the children of the revolution
But all you left in your path is
Disillusion we're sick of your constant air and noise pollution
You're so short-sighted and you've left us to come up with a solution
Why aren't they buying diamonds it's not our fault that all that glitters is gone
And I hope you tag along
Because you, yeah you, you're a dinosaur
You used to have the power but you don't scare me anymore
You might be a T-Rex you might be the children of the revolution
One day despite your accumulated wealth
You'll have to face up to the fact that you won't always have your health
You'll rely on our generation to support you and I've read the shit you write
And I don't think we're inclined to
Isn't it far more likely we'll spend too much on coffee
Get together to collectively destroy another industry
So you, yeah you, can complain some more
About how we're not going to live like dinosaurs
I couldn't give a shit if you're the children of the revolution
Just look at the mess you've made.
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5. |
Lionel
04:53
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There's nothing like a packed pedestrian crossing,
to remind you just how big the world is.
Like that lady with her kids,
they'll never know my name.
So I walk away,
I walk away.
There's nothing quite like living alone,
to remind you that you don't matter.
I can be naked with no shame,
and I like that so I'll stay.
Yeah, I like that so I'll stay.
It's not a lifestyle, it's a mess.
Better people do much more with so much less.
When you say I'm not a burden, I know you mean well, but,
how come you never answer your phone...
when I call you? and I'm trying so hard not to make your life
any worse.
But somehow I always make it worse.
I make it worse.
There's nothing like a packed pedestrian crossing,
to remind you just how small you are.
But I'm still in the way.
I'm still in the way.
There's nothing quite like visiting home,
to remind you that you're not as successful as your older brother.
But we're not the same.
And I drive away again.
I drive away.
I drive away again.
And I'm not going back to Sydney until I know when I'll leave again.
And I hate that I do this to my Mum and my Dad and my
Family and my friends and,
when you say I'm not a burden, I know you mean well, but,
how come you never answer your phone...
when I call you? and I'm trying so hard not to make your life
any worse.
But somehow I always make it worse.
And I'll keep beating that horse and I'll pray that it's not quite dead yet.
And I'll take my pills every day so that I don't even have to feel any of it.
But I'm too big, yeah and I'm still so small and,
I don't matter no, I don't matter at all and
it's not a lifestyle, it's a mess.
and when you say I'm not a burden, I know that I am.
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6. |
Retail Rascals
00:59
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You think you've seen her here before
She didn't buy anything but she messed up the entire store
And now she's back again for more
She wants that refund and she's going to start quoting consumer law.
What's that you want to see a manager?
Surprise bitch, I am the manager
…on Sundays.
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