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Another Clown
02:36
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Make me wrong, string along
I get dosed up, before too long
Time and time again
Shake my ground
Clap goes thunder, I hear it pound
I like doing things, to keep you round
I don’t wanna be, another clown
Lee Harvey, James Earle, Ow
A target moves so hold it down
I like doing things, to keep you round
I don’t wanna be, another clown
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Street Fighter
03:39
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Ran a loop on the main line lurking, In a dirty back carriage there smirking
A nipple cripple on the train for change, small talked a stranger who got in the way
Tinnie boom box and a pre-mixed tinnie, He said his “My mates dad, owned a tinnie”
He continues “It’s the world verse me, I’m on the self-employed kind of salary”
And fuck the man of the house I had a woman, I turned out fine he said “Look at me livin”
Street Fighter, waking up to walk the blues away
Street Fighter, waking up to walk the blues away
What are you lookin at, What are you lookin at, Whatch ya lookin at
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Deadshit
02:15
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I'm a deadshit, don’t film me. And Pardon me whilst I pour one day my chimney.
I'm a deadbeat don’t love me, on the streets and i'm stumbling on the concrete
Not in service, for your purpose. You want a puppet go and find yourself a circus
Not in service for your purpose, I'm on the moon and I'm walking on its surface
I'm a heaver a heavy breather, bludgin’ out in the sun, i'm a believer.
Not in service, for your purpose, you want some fire go and get inside the furnace.
Not in service, for your purpose. You want a puppet go and find yourself a circus
Not in service, for your purpose, I'm on the moon and I'm dancin on its surface
I'm a deadshit.
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She Yells Jack
04:03
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She Yells Jack, whilst i'm picking up glasses, I look back, a look that is priceless
Coz she's got eyes as blue as the sky, and a smile as wide as the sea
But I can't think straight, nor can I look away, whilst she asks how I've been
She goes “I don’t live so far away, maybe you can see some day, watch something that we've both seen”
I finish late though maybe I'll come say hello, as innocent as it seem
She Yells Jack, and I've forgotten what the time was, I doubled checked what time my shift was
I'm still drunk, still high and I might, not make through the gates this time
I don’t care, I don’t mind, fuck a payslip I’ll join the line
Cos she's got eyes that sparkle at night and a smile that sends me insane
I am hopeless, but hopeful she’ll say yes, ’I’d like to see you again’
She’s got a new haircut, I wonder if she’s got that old boyfriend
Who knows if things went differently, for a little that could’ve been me
She Yells “soft”, as I'm coming up for the pocket, I look up, with a cheeky grin yeah I got it
Well I go and grab the schooners, only if I can see ya sooner, and with a train ride home a bunch of numbers in my phone, I let her know, how I've been
Coz she’s got eyes that shoot through the sky, a stare like missiles that fire through the rain
I'd wait for the sun, even a Sunday even if that Sunday was forever away
She's got a new haircut, I wonder if she's got that old boyfriend
Who knows if things went differently, for a little that could’ve been me
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Juliette
02:34
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Well me and you, we’re cut from the same stone. I'm a little more half cut, you're just under half stoned
If we were two dogs, there would never be a bone, if i'm not out with you then I'd rather be home
Ah Juliette, that’s what I said I asked ya to stay but you already left
Ahh Juliette, I'll never forget if it's not with you I'd rather be dead
I could promise ya the world or something good someday, but you’ll never get it coz you’ll be miles away
When I was talking to the back of your head, I should’ve shut up, nothings what I should’ve said
Ah Juliette, that’s what I said I asked ya to stay but you already left.
Ahh Juliette, i'll never forget if it's not with you I'd rather be dead.
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Idiocracy
02:07
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I, know it sounds alright, and it doesn’t have to be a Friday night to be
D-Railed again, the rogue train creakin round the bend again
I am the idiot, steer this bitch to the cusp of it
Idiocracy
Idiocracy
Idiocracy
Oh no,
A world run by idiots. I try to think pretty but it ends up hideous
And time all warped together and I need to mop the spillage
I need to mop the spillage, I need to mop the spillage
Idiocracy
Idiocracy
Idiocracy
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Light Up Your World
07:19
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I try find answers and I waste my time, I contemplate this and I wonder why
I get stuck behind enemy lines
Step outside and the sun started burstin, the light came on me, I realised you were hurtin’
Day after day in the pressure cooker
Time flies by when you forget to look up
I'm not the saviour of despair and uncertainty, if you don’t mind buddy don’t count on me
Don’t ask me to flick the switch, I'll never light up your world.
Whole new brave world is what you hold in your hand, but don’t you know it's just another sham?
I'll form clay pigeons from my ideas now, for you to shoot down, with your doubt
I turn it on to play something for you, but nothings ever good on the radio
Is there a bottlo near? That’s all I wanna hear, just whisper in my ear. If there's a bottlo near
Don’t ask me to flick the switch, I’ll never light up your world
I got nowhere to go, I'm in deaths row, final pue nothing to do
I'm right here planet earth can't you see? There’s no time for fantasy
I dunno, I need another line, can’t you help me along this time
If you're not sure what you think sounds nice, this is what a broken record sounds like
Don’t ask me to flick the switch, I'll never light up your world
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8. |
Screw
02:06
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Baby its hard lovin you, but I can't help doing it to you
Wait around for you to drive in all your screws
Hey baby I think you left one a little loose
I need you, like a hole in my head, and baby you need me too like a light that’s red
Baby it’s hard lovin me, when I'm the hard lovin man that you say I am
Wait around for me to crawl on out of vacancy. I can't track what's right in front of me
I need you, like a hole in my head, and baby you need me too like a light that’s red
and baby you need me too like a light that’s red
And all our lights are red, and all our lights are red
All our lights are red, and all our lights are red
I need you, like a hole in my head, hey baby you need me too like a light that’s red
Maybe I need you too, like a cigarette
baby I need you too
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9. |
Into The Red
03:11
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Red wagon with the tail just draggin, where’s the any key, all I wanna be
It's in the backfire, or the backseat, or the back seat , or the backseat
If I’m Going down, take me there. Out of the rough, past the red.
If I'm going down, take me there, out of the rough and in the red.
Out of the rough
Out of the rough
Out of the rough
And in the red
Red rattle trap, bluebird scrapin, in some dreamlight stopped, by a motor cop
I'm the dog you’re the big red kennel, no stops till the level
Red wagon with the paint chip swayin , where's the any key, all I wanna be
It’s in the back fire, or the back seat, it's in the back seat, it's in the back seat.
If I’m going down, take me there. Out of the rough, past the red
If I'm going down, take me, out of the rough and in the red
Out of the rough and in the red
Out of the rough and in the red
Out of the rough and in the red
I wanna sit in the back whilst you drive me ‘til the end of the earth
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What's underneath what we stand on our bedrock, what's on top in the price tag state
Ya gotta call it when you see it made, even when a spade isn’t a spade.
And why bother when the odds start toppling, its ‘cus the bloods worth bottling
A sparrow pecked to the rotting core, the place reeked bled class war
And people all shagged on a rock in a blizzard , and froze to death from blind optimism
Blood out of the sandstone
Was it worth the satisfaction, I dunno I've never had it happen
They don’t wanna be attacked by clones , so they want it shacked up in package homes
In the city all driza-bone, still tryin’ to get blood out of sandstone
Blood out of the sandstone
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11. |
Swill
02:52
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The quiet suburban strip, it's nice and it's sweet
The bottlebrush it falls, it greets the street
Road wasn’t rough, but the gravel still is
Turn the taps on and the pipes will rattle, pour me a glass of water, hear ‘em rattle
I'm the basket of odd socks, I'm the busted back door lock
All dressed up from the Beha
A month in Saturdays, and the backyard parades
Every Saturday, are the backyard parades
Lights flicker on back and forth, as I snuck around from porch to porch.
Pass some drinks around
It's time we all drown
6’oclock and were still swilling
There’s proof in my glassy eyes
Slip up the corner shop, buy me a bottle top
Hang around drinking till never or till the sun fucks off
Train rolls by I see a flash of dim light, makes me think of time gone by, makes me think of reasons why
Pass some drinks around
It's time we all drown
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Pist Idiots Sydney, Australia
Rock n roll band - Bankstown, Sydney
DEBUT ALBUM "IDIOCRACY" OUT FRI 10 SEP.
PRE-ORDER: www.pistidiots.com
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