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White Dog
04:20
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WHITE DOG
Looks like the sheep dog’s back on the chain tonight
We’re living the dream, we pack in punch, we love a fight
Are you the one who’s kingdom comes, with drugs and guns
Disease as charity?
Are you the lot, who sets up shop, who keeps your mouth shut
As you chew on memory!
WHITE DOG
The coward at the station
WHITE DOG
On the train of a nation
I’m a WHITE DOG but at least I wonder, why the shelter I am in is void of colour.
WHITE DOG
Disgorge the totem
WHITE DOG
Breed imported
For a WHITE DOG it’s a mongrel nation, & you litter’s filled with the filth of hatred.
There’s a whimper in the dust and the sand of the dreaming that you couldn’t catch
And like the devil dog you’ll be cut from your mouth to your ears and back.
So live it up, low to the ground, sneaking around, reparations in the pound.
And sit tight, cheat the bite, and be the fucking coward that festers what you’ve bred.
WHITE DOG
Mauling at the gutter
WHITE DOG
Ship wrecked with a rotten rudder
I’m a WHITE DOG ‘cause the pack have ravaged, and fed me the scrap to disguise I’m a savage.
WHITE DOG
The kennel is sacred
WHITE DOG
There’s a plan for the clan
To be a WHITE DOG but it’s a mongrel’s nation, & you litter’s filled with the filth of hatred.
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2. |
Nails
01:19
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NAILS
Every time I come home falling down the stairs
You run your mouth your nails flare
And it’s such a fucked up way to hold on, to hold up
And hit
NAILS
And Dig
NAILS
And Rip
NAILS
And when you miss, that’s the best
And when I bend, you’re a mess
You got me lined up fury and pain
Raking through my wrists nail in the vein
I set it up but for you to slip
You’re hammering steel into a wall of brick
And there ain’t no mix between to bond us, it’s beyond us
You’re meant to lead motherfucker but you’re using a soft hand to guide
And to think I’ll harden it
Sets you up a mix that will crack as soon as it dries
And corrosion pries
Any swart sorrow that swells in silence
Any gap between the bone
Anything that holds us down will build it
A warped place to call a home
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3. |
Pissed
02:45
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4. |
Locals Only
02:30
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LOCALS ONLY
It’s team it’s routine and you know it’s getting tougher
It’s blanket on community with shit stains on the covers
Drop out after year 10 if you drop in you’re fucking dead
Haven’t seen you at the pub so nik off ya grub
It’s all scene baby, get what I mean
We keep it clean baby, nothing between
You ain’t dark, we ain’t at capacity, without tribal identity it’s bullshit when you tell me that it’s…
LOCALS ONLY
From here to North Steyne
LOCALS ONLY
Any cunt with half a brain
LOCALS ONLY
Gizz us a look at your dick
And tell me WHAT’S YOUR POSTCODE?
It’s 2096!
It’s weak, it’s retreat
And I’m chanting out the slogan
I’m waiting in the carpark just to tell you “keep on movin’.”
The sticker’s on my car, the stars up on me arm
And a dozen local boys are here to keep you off the right path
Give it a crack Johnny, we got your back
Get out your sack Matty, Show ‘em the map
In 20 years you’ll puke out a family
And keep you’re mouth shut about the time that you had told me that it’s
LOCALS ONLY
From Manly to the Spit
LOCALS ONLY
Are you the queen up on the cliff
LOCALS ONLY
The barrel and the noose
We’re pulling from the suburbs, from ur cars we barks abuse
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5. |
Pills
04:07
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PILLS
The eyebrows are rising while head droops and falls
The mouth continues smiling or is it just that the rest of it thaws?
In plain sight, there is no fright, but mumble it we’ll crack the whip
Load up on blood it’s candy sweet, one kneads the flesh forming a thin flesh
I---E---Ahhhh
We got them weekly pills, our script their pocket fills
I---E---Ahhhh
When the sturdy sick
Runts eat up quick
I---E---Ahhhh
We got them weekly pills our script their pocket fills
I---E---Ahhhh
Legitimized by what’s prescribed
Franchised when subsidized
Higher than you blood pressure is the encouragement of your GP
Who found that Hawaiian weather was always better when it was free
Financial gain, it’s worth your pain, that class action’s for you to tame
The winters here are getting cold
Put out your arm now it’s been sold.
Take one tonight
Two more at light
It’s for your health
Not off the shelf
We’re all in line
We’re doing fine
It’s cold pressed
Just for you stress
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6. |
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BETWEEN THE FLAGS
Between the flags this party’s got a list,
You best not be a faggot or against drinking the piss
And it’s alright, yeah it’s alright.
Between the flags
In the secrecy of sex,
Oh come the Sunday sizzle, rescue reeled in by your neck
And I’m alright, yes I’m alright.
Between the flags
Enjoy the sullen march
And never figure drinking salt water leaves you parched
You’ll be alright, just alright
Between the flags
You gotta hold back
Or take a nose dive into some old mate’s bigot trap
And that just ain’t right, don’t tell me it’s alright
You don’t want to swim against the tide
Whatever you feel boy you better hide
You wanna fit in with the top crew
You wanna fuck the babes suck brew
Every night, between the flags
But I’m breaking
I’m putting the fake in
I’m trashing the club house and sending it over your head
I’m true fashion
You know I’ll be bashing
But laying them into the cap of yellow & red
So whistle in
And we’ll go hell for leather
You nut hugging nuisance
Your hide so weathered
Baptised in a pale of piss
And the sacrament of the sea!
That’s Steve over there on the beachfront,
Head held in the sand, that’s Steve and his old man
Cop the abuse in the heat son, c’mon take it like a man
That’s life between the flags
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7. |
Own me
01:47
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OWN ME
I’m on my knees and I can’t remember how I fell
I’m yelling please but you can’t resist that final nail
I want your defects
I’m in the pit of your pain and I pity your hell
OWN ME
From the dirt to the drink
That you spat in my face
OWN ME
You put me in that pit
I want a drill to the brain
Rent my body in the liquid night
I’ll be in debt for the rest of my life
You’re so empty
So you live inside of me torment is your key
OWN ME
I’m on the 23rd scaff get out of my face
OWN ME
Hate is high estate and you own my mind
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8. |
Done by the Dogs
02:20
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DONE BY THE DOGS
I’m gunning through the Sydney CBD
On my trail with a tail the dogs are after me
I’m fanging it but I ain’t getting far
Cause small crime pays the big boy’s day at Christmas party bars
I’m the next best in show
Let the whole carriage know
Watch the bitch lead the mutt
You fucking pig cunt
DONE BY THE DOGS
Less than a G
Being put-down for point 3
DONE BY THE DOGS
Back of the truck
Bend over cough and try your luck
Got rack? Get back the trained bitch attacks
Discrepancy indecency for the youth, fags, and blacks
Cops killing time, the greyhounds aren’t till 5
Cut cigarettes and placing bets with money from the fines.
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9. |
Furnace
04:57
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FURNACE
At an inner-city bus stop on the nod perfect drop John’s pushin’ for the clock
John wont ever get that bus, he’s set on catching pigeons, in multiplex visions, his customers come
We all know John we seen him in that movie,
But the part that threw me he acted like a slob
We all know John his pixelated seizure cheering
Clot by the holster of his puncture & gun.
Lucky lush, lucky lush
Heat the barrel, on the shot
Hit the barrel, open shot
Violent when I’m not meant to be,
In the shooting gallery
Is where I lay my head now Henry
Light up, the furnace by my face
Ariadne’s maze
Is where I lay my head now Henry
Behind each eye rolls a leech
But I’m drained out, I’m a fiend
They grind at the front of my skull
I couldn’t tell you why,
Rubbing tongues at the top of our mouths
But outside the nest, fall and forget
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10. |
King Luke
03:42
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KING LUKE
A dozen smiles inked on you face
Is now the mark that I can’t erase
Well you knew, how the hopeless – how the hopeless helped the poor.
Coming round every end of the week
Part of the band that the crowd don’t see
Well you grew to be the engine
The engine of the tour
SO FUCKING LOUD
SO FUCKING PROUD
To be home with the rest now
MY BROTHER LUKE YOU WEAR THE CROWN
Slinging stones with my best pals
SO FUCKING LOUD
SO FUCKING PROUD
Complete rejection was our intention and to never mention a quarrel left unkept
And be true, not to venture into a fold already set
You never signed up for this shit, just turned up to the office and said “don’t eat me, don’t eat me, don’t eat me.”
Kicked!
To be kicked in the guts by your brothers who’s shared your blood and sweat
Some boys sure lost respect.
But not wrecked!
‘cause now I’m looking around at the fellas that are standing to my right and left,
With a grip that doesn’t have a last breath
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11. |
Related Violence
03:10
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RELATED VIOLENCE
I’m sitting out the back completely bent
Considering what we’ve spent
We’re both completely broke
But still we’re buying
Weak the word and whisper of abuse
We slur and cut it loose
And violence is the trust, supplied
Eventually you’ll sleep
That’s when I’ll check my teeth
It’s such a pleasant hour
To shower
Knuckles that sting
Eyes set sour
Steel scratched skin
What pain? It’s power!
You cut so close you’re inside of me
And when the drip hits ground it’s our name I see
The blood you bleed it’s the same as me
It’s the same as me
Tomorrow it’s gonna be to us alright
But it’s on the chin tonight
Yet we share the same plot
Where the other’s rot
In shattered spill I sit
With a bridge that’s barley lit
I can see you walking home
You’re lost and crying
You must know the place is wrecked
Complete lack of respect
And the crew I’ve got around is a corpse of crime
The time I spit blood in your face
You put me in my place
But it’s under your roof
It’s a legacy… hell it’s family.
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12. |
Princess Highway
04:11
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PRINCESS HIGHWAY
Ooohhhh…C’mon and let me have it,
Ooahhhh…I’m in gal I’m maggot
Run a fist from your chest to your waist
Push every button every hard held place
You don’t believe in speeding safely, but still I want you so badly
So c’mon let me have it, let me have it, let me at it now!
I’m in an ultra-motion, to be abandoned
I’m bled
In bed
PHWAHHHH¡¡¡
And there she is, an outback waiting for love
You want me with you limits but every exit is my way to get off
And so, and so I; start overtaking start taking too much
I’m pushing gear, without letting you clutch
I can’t resist the absence of you stare, you’re subtle eyes and the fury of your hair
I’m on the highway the Princess Highway
And laying down the line ain’t a toll that I’m willing to pay
I need a traction, something to hold me down
With the right amount of rough to keep me off the ground
I love your looks and the full grown hips
Just watch me fall as your silicon drips.
I’m a piston a physical system
A tender touch on a tough transmission….mission….mission
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