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On
01:32
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2. |
Urbia
05:20
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Well-bred, Well-fed, Silver spoon, Grew up
Too soon, Pay rise, Can't talk, Time flies
Buy house, Sell kid, First bid, Do lunch
Touch base, Rat race, Two-faced, Big waste
Sleep-in, Don't brush, Don't flush, Lost hope
Just dope, Tinned food, Get stewed, Turn on
C.D., Tune in, T.V., Drop out
O.D., Bad luck, Give a fuck
Fresh out, Unseen, So green, Headstrong
So long, Mum and Dad, Know-it-all, Can't fall
In-crowd, Fun game, Join in, No shame
Be bad, Be had, One Vic, Feel sick
Starlet, Broadway, Burnt out, Today
Small parts, Cheap tarts, Slept round, Kissed feet
Walks street, Face smeared, Crowds cheered, No more
"I'm great", She swore, Yeah sure, You whore
Our God, Your sin, Cast out, Damned fool
Golden rule, Locked-in, We care, We share
Don't dare, Do wrong, Sing song, Sell book
Behave, We're saved! Ready for, The grave
Street-wise, Parasite, Small wheel, Big stash
Fair deal, Hard cash, False grin, Pierce skin
Head spin, Do line? Try mine, Pop pill
Cheap thrill, Good stuff, Not enough
Who me? Yes you
Couldn't be - Then who?
Who me? Yes you
Couldn't be - Then...
Who me? Yes you
Couldn't be - Then who?
Who me? Yes you
Couldn't be - Then...
Who me? Yes you
Couldn't be - Then who?
Who me? Yes you
Couldn't be - Then...
Who me? Yes you
Couldn't be - Then who?
Who me? Yes you
Couldn't be - Then WHO?
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3. |
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Turn us into a confession box
Hold my hand and you'll feel that it rots
Crossing my heart's just revision
When I know I can avoid the decision
Again
Oh God I'm such a puppy
It's one time when I don't want to be free
But commitment's just another allergy
With you the problem is less than zero
But when I look into her face she's more than my hero
It's a curse and a blessing I avoid the decision
But I'm lying on a slab so you can make the incision
Again
Oh God I'm such a puppy
It's another time I'm soaring on a flight of fancy
Heading towards her but my wings are melting
Faith disintegrates
Faith disintegrates
My faith disintegrates
Makes me love what I know I should hate
Faith disintegrates
Faith disintegrates
My faith disintegrates
Makes me love what I know I should hate
It's one time when I don't want to be free
But commitment's just another allergy
It's another time I'm soaring on a flight of fancy
Heading towards her but my wings are melting
Zero to a hundred to fifty to zero to a hundred to fifty to zero to a hundred to fifty to zero to a hundred to fifty Zero to a hundred to fifty to zero to a hundred to fifty to zero to a hundred to fifty to zero to a hundred to fifty
And I'm my father's son, and I'm my father's son, and I'm my father's son
And I'm my father's son, and I'm my father's son
And I'm my father's son
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4. |
L.C.D.
03:37
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Brett:
Now you've learned not to question
Won't take the heed of some crazy suggestion
That the world's not the perfect land of your dreams
That the world's not the perfect land of your dreams
But someone else's
Everything in nice bite-sized pieces
Everything mashed up so you won't have to chew
Everything ironed so you won't see the creases
Every free idea has been pressured out of you
Who told you to think for yourself?
Just shut up and live by the book
If you can't appreciate the big picture
Then maybe you shouldn't look
Look out now...
Wok:
Clip my tiny wings
Turn down the screws
Why the hell bother, there'll be no reward
(Lowest Common Denominator)
Free thought's a luxury we can ill-afford
(Lowest Common Denominator)
So the surgeons amputate the unhealthy difference
(Lowest Common Denominator)
Who wants to justify their own existence
(Lowest Common Denominator)
I need to belong
I've no need to choose
Thinking below yourself, biding your time
(Lowest Common Denominator)
Another brain pops out the production line
(Lowest Common Denominator)
Just one more homogenised joker
(Lowest Common Denominator)
Ready, aim, firing for the mediocre
(Lowest Common Denominator)
Lowest Common Denominator
Lowest Common Denominator
Brett:
Now you are the perfect human being.
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5. |
Nobody's Baby But Mine
06:40
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Well it still looks the same down memory lane
You and I were doing just fine
You'd give me that certain stare
And you'd stroke my face and swear
That you'd be nobody's baby but mine
But then one day you spoke, and the floodgates broke
As you told me you'd be seeing another guy
And no matter how hard I fought
I couldn't get rid of the thought
That you were nobody's baby but mine
Well I let out a scream like you used to do for me
I didn't know what to believe in
And although you may scoff
I didn't want to get off
I just wanted to get even
I knew just what to do; I got out my twenty-two
Dusted it off and gave it a shine
I worked out times and places
To blow holes through your two faces
Make you nobody's baby but mine
And I guess that I'm to blame for my shocking aim
I thought I had you right in my line
But my hand must have been shaking
Still, at least I did your mate in
So you're nobody's baby but mine
Well you let out a scream like you used to do for me
Those memories came back in a flood
And I couldn't pull the trigger
'Cause you looked such a pretty figure
As you lay there in a pool of his blood
So they dragged me down the docks and they slammed shut the locks
And I'm rotting in this hellhole doing time
But I still embody your worst fears
'Cause I'll be back in twenty years
To make you nobody's baby but mine
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6. |
Protest
10:34
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I'd like to raise a little protest
I'd like to raise a rally cry
I'd like to raise a call to arms
If only I knew why
What's the revolution?
Tell me - what's our end?
The answer, they say, is blowing
Blowing in the wind, my friend.
The voice of the people has spoken to me
We've got to smash the state
We'll march until our feet blister
Join us brother, join us sister
We'll make an order great
CHORUS:
I need a new slogan to paint on the walls
I need a new catchphrase to chant in the malls
I don't need no rulebook, I don't need no laws
But I need a new slogan - I need a new cause
The voice of my conscience has spoken to me
I wish I'd been born poor
I've felt the suffering of the proles
Felt the torment of their souls
We'll make love into war
REPEAT CHORUS
I need a new cause
I need a new cause
[Organ solo]
The voice of the new age has spoken to me
Let's overthrow the ruler!
I'm not for talk, I'm into action
I'm aligned with the hippest faction
And now I feel much cooler
REPEAT CHORUS
I need a new cause
I need a new cause
RANT:
So, you think you're so cool? Well I've been on twice as many marches as you! I marched against abortion, AND I marched against the Right To Lifers. I marched against Kirner, I'm marching against Kennett, and I'll march against the next Premier, whether it's Uncle Joe Stalin or Mother Fucking Theresa...
But what am I rebelling against?
What am I rebelling against?
What am I rebelling against?
Well what have you fucking got?
[Guitar solo]
[Everything solo]
REPEAT CHORUS
I need a new cause
I need a new cause
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7. |
Some Secret
03:23
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The sun it shines this morning
And as you lift your head
Some secret in your dreams just fades away
Fades away
The light falls from the window
Upon a face still young
And still you wonder what to do today
What to do today
And you feel so very something
As you sit there doing nothing
Fantasies come fill your head
Inviting you to stay in bed
Seems like you've been down so long
That you don't remember what was wrong
Well today you may find love or tears
But there's no time to feel these fears
Because the sun it shines this morning
Calling you outside
The sun it shines
The sun it shines.
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8. |
Bucket
03:58
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Phil:
Bucket!
Phil, Wok, Mardy & Brett:
Bucket!
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9. |
Childhood Song
04:23
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These lonely times
Are just a dying flame
Of what was once inside
And now I'm yearning
For those feelings felt
Through eyes that were still wide
CHORUS:
And even though we'd grown too soon
You were my childhood song
And now I wander until it ends
Hoping we will touch again
That time of joy
Like a passing reflection
In a falling tear
Can never hold on
To the stem of my soul
When those memories burn so near
And even through your sweetest pain
You were my childhood song
So now I wander until it ends
Hoping we will touch again
And my heart was too young
To understand the gift
That you gave me long ago
But time has uncovered
A piece of myself
Which belongs to you I know
REPEAT CHORUS
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10. |
I'm a Man
06:28
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Crawled out of the seas
Climbed down from the trees
On just two legs I stand
A thumb upon my hand
Two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet and one brain, I'm a man.
Communication, speech
Investigation, teach
Master of the land
Tools at my command
Fire, the wheel and other things I feel I've come to understand.
CHORUS:
Science and Art,
Knowing, Learning, Teaching, Sharing,
Mind and Heart
Burn brightly, I'm a man.
I'm a man.
I'm a man.
I am.
I describe reality
Subjectively
I try to look around
To find out what goes down
With just five senses, maybe six, but mainly sight and sound.
REPEAT CHORUS:
There's a beast inside me
Trying to break free
I control it with my mind
Most of the time
Just like I bend the world or anything else to fit with my design.
REPEAT CHORUS.
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11. |
Eye of Autumn
12:07
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12. |
Off
00:05
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