1.Station To Station
Train Station, Work Station, Train Station, Play Station
Station to Station
Station to Station
Station to Station
Stationary
Station to Station
Station to Station
Station to Station
Stationary
Second, third, slightly different from the first
Train Station, Work Station, Train Station, TV Station
Station to Station
Station to Station
Station to Station
Stationary
Station to Station
Station to Station
Station to Station
Stationary
Station to Station
Station to Station
Station to Station
Stationary
Station to Station
Station to Station
Station to Station
Stationary
Stationary
Stationary
Stationary
Stationary
2.I Was The Guy In TISM
Push Button
Push Button
I was the guy in TISM
No, Really
I was the guy in TISM
No, Really
I wrote the bits you like
but not the bits you hate
I wrote the bits you like
but not the bits you hate
I was the guy in TISM
Push Button
I was the guy in TISM
There I said it
Push Button
Push Button
I was the guy in TISM
Push Button
I was the guy in TISM
Does that mean I'll be recognized, lionized, iconized,
canonized？ Does that mean the barmaid at that place in Flinders
Lane won't look at me like I'm there to collect my daughter？
Does that mean I wont be sneered at in groovy record stores？
Does that mean people will forgive me for being a self centered
bore？ Does that mean my hitherto plain features will become
strangely compelling？ Does that mean I'll get an invite to the
Hall of Fame dinner so I can disgust some ex-Idol winner by
seeing how many of those thumbnail sized toothpick burgers I can
fit into my mouth at once and later on at the after party get
really drunk and make an arse of myself in font of the cameras
by unzipping my fly and saying 'Here's something for Kate'？
I was the guy in TISM
Push Button
I was the guy in TISM
Does that mean Ruby Rose will ink my name on her beautiful skin
and then one day when it's stretched beyond recognition it will
look like it spells 'Dorian Gray'？ Does that mean I'll get
reviewed on Pitchfork and they wont pick on me cos you know,
like, they're pretty harsh on Pitchfork？ I mean especially if
you use generic synth patches. Obviously there is no way I am
using generic synth patches. I'm using a cheap synth with out of
date rave sounds, you know, cos I choose to.
I'd like to apologize to everyone who I should apologize to.
Whatever it was I said I never meant it. And to everyone who
really liked what I said, i meant it
Push Button
Receive Bacon
Push Button
Receive Bacon
This is the DC3
Calling all the ladies
Push our button
And you will receive bacon
We'll bring it on home to you
We'll bring it on home to you
We'll bring it on home to you
We'll bring it on home to you
Cos you know what we got
You know what we got
We got jobs , 9 to 5 jobs
Superannuation, Health Cover, Steady Income
We'll bring it on home to you
We'll bring it on home to you
We'll bring it on home to you
We'll bring it on home to you
This is the DC3
Me, Henri, Douglas Lee
We'll bring it on home to you
We'll bring it on home to you
Hang on, this is meant to be about me
I Was The Guy In TISM
I Was The Guy In TISM
You've never heard of TISM？
3.Fuck I'm Dead
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
What's going on？
This bright white light hits me
Choirs of angels at the foot of my bed
And Bruce McAvaney no longer shits me
Only one explanation： Fuck. I'm dead.
I don't hate reality TV
Nothing seems strange about Nicole Kidman's head
I've stopped feeling suicidal
Oh. I see. I'm dead
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
But I've just been swine flu inoculated!
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
But I've got 6 months sick leave accumulated!
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
But I've been on the MCC membership waiting list for like thirty
years
And they reckon it's gonna come in the mail this week and...
Fuck. I'm dead.
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm dead!
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
Fuck, shit, poo, wee, arse, bitch
Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm dead!
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
Fuck I'm dead!
What's going on!
I was an unacknowledged genius all along
That's what this morning's paper said
And Triple J is playing this song
Now I know somethings wrong
When I'm 65 and I finally retire
Gonna cash in all those frequent fliers
Do whatever my heart desires
Or just sit with a good book in front of the fire
All that saving for a rainy day
All that locking my soul away
Will finally pay live life my way
Hang on,
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
But like I haven't put the wheelie bins back in the shed
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
Yeah but I was about to go out for the milk and bread
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
My wife doesn't know how much we're in the red
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
You leave Keith Richards, Take me instead
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
I'm too sexy for my coffin like Right Said Fred
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
I believed in Karma, was I misled？
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
We got a new coach, new players, we've had a great pre-season
and after a lifetime of total disappointment this could be our
year and...Fuck
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Drat! Drat!
Shucks! Shucks!
Crap! Crap!
Yuck! Yuck!
Fuck I'm dead!
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
Golly! Golly!
Wow! Wow!
Holy! Holy!
Cow! Cow!
Jeepers! Jeepers!
Creepers! Creepers!
Hells Bells!
Fuck I'm Dead
F, F, FID
F, F, FID
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
Fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead, fuck I'm dead!
4.Henry Fucking Wagons
I went for a big job interview
They said it was down to the last two and I'd have been perfect
for it to
But the other candidate was Henry Wagons.
My lover blinked her bedroom eyes, said you're good what a
surprise, you could be my perfect guy
If you were more like Henry wagons.
Who da fuck, who who, who da, who da fuck.
Well whose working my side of the street？
Henry Fucking Wagons
Except he was doing it long before me
Henry Fucking Wagons
Who looks thinner in a hat
Henry Fucking Wagons
Well whose our poet laureate
Henry Fucking Wagons
Well who beat me at little Ath
Henry Fucking Wagons
Whose good at English and at Math
Henry Fucking Wagons
Who caught me watering my lawn
Henry Fucking Wagons
In earth hour with all my lights on
Henry Fucking Wagons
Whoa, Henry Fucking Wagons
Whoa, Henry Fucking Wagons
When I was a pencil neck who ruled？
H.F.W
And who bombed me in the swimming pool？
H.F.W
And made all the popular girls drool
Well that was Henry Wagons
Cause When they taught cool at high school
I must of been wagging
Who da fuck, who who, who da, who da fuck.
I'm great but whose the best, no wait, let me guess.
H.F.W
H.F.W
H.F.W
H.F.W
H.F.W
H.F.W
H.F.W
Well whose above me in a Google search
Whose like Jeeves when I'm Lurch
Who goes rock when I go scissors
Whose even been seen out with my missus
Whose full of Christian tenderness
Who'd never write a song like this
Who gets the critical acclaim
Whose even got our guitarists name
Who gets a strike when I get a spare
Who gets a tonne when I get a pair
Who leaves me standing in musical chairs
Whose even got better facial hair
Whose better at slam-dance, better at slam dunk
Better at MouseTrap, Twister, KerPlunk
Better at PlayStation, better at Wii
Better at poo probably
Better at Tennis
Better at Darts
Better at Air Play
Better at Charts
Better at Bingo
Better at Chess
Who even beat me on the NAPLAN test
Tha'ts Henry fucking wagons
Henry Fucking Wagons
Wagons Fucking Henry Fucking Wagons Fucking Henry Fucking
Fucking Wagon Fucking Fucking Wagons!
Whoa, Henry Fucking Wagons
Whoa, Henry Fucking Wagons
Whoa, Henry Fucking Wagons
Whoa, Henry Fucking Wagons
Should take him up a cliff top gun on chest
Henry Fucking Wagons
Say okay Wagons you're always the best
Henry Fucking Wagons
Jump off before me there's your test
Henry Fucking Wagons
But as if I'd do that, you know that would be like, uh,
obsessed.
5.Dani From Dan Murphy's
He was at Dan Murphy's liquor store, When he first saw her face
Grand Ridge beer was 54.95 a case, it was so good he came back
next day
For more of the same, the beer also the girl, Dani was her name
Whoa Dani, you really got a hold on me
Whoa Dani, Dani from Dan Murphy's
Her eyes sparkled like Champenois, Her lips a fine Rosé
She scanned his cans with graceful hands and wished him a nice
day
When he bought scotch she nearly got the bottle up to speak
When he bought hock with the docket she nearly brushed his cheek
He mispronounced Chianti, She laughed he went Chartreuse
He visualized their wedding day and the discount on the booze
He longed to hear the sleeping undualation of her breast
He longed to nestle where she pinned the little Dan Murphy's
crest
He'd take her out for dinner somewhere chic
They'd stare into each others eyes, discuss the specials for
next week
And then one day she wasn't there, she never came back again
She probably started a new career, and married her boyfriend
He'd ask after her but, some things were just never meant
He hung around his house, like Coopers pale-ale sediment
Whoa Dani, you really got a hold on me
Whoa Dani, Dani from Dan Murphy's
Whoa Dani, you really got a hold on me
Whoa Dani, Dani from Dan Murphy's
Now hes 27 stone a diabetic for life
His liver went and packed up on him, just like his former wife
Dani left him unfermented, longing for her cleanskin
All he got was bitter, and a very full recycling bin
6.The Janus-Faced Duality Of Existence
I Hate Football
I Hate Football
I Hate Football
I Hate Football except when my team is winning
The meat head jock impenetrable
Treated like a god since he was at school
Kept out of trouble in a bubble paid double
The GDP of a third world nation
Just for eye hand coordination
With his opposition taunting
Dumbness flaunting, Post goal dance, Choreographed
To the umpire blaming mass profaning
Populars who hit the rally back, They're prejudice
I hate the whole scene
I have this dream where the beers
all come laced with strychnine
Except when my team is winning
I Hate Football
I Hate Football
I Hate Football
I Hate Football except when my team is winning
I'm in the industry of pontification
Ham-fisted cliche generation
With the eyes of the nation on the graceless prose
Of locker room gossip pros, Recycled by the full neck
Fuck knuckle chess, whole fracas with a you maggot
and Stephanie Rice says suck on that faggot
as the ludicrous voice on the TV screams and growls
In Wagnerian bombast
It's all obscene
I wish they'd all jump off a ravine
Except when my team is winning
I hate people, except when I actually meet them
I hate TV, except when I actually watch it
Everything shits me, except when it doesn't shit me
I hate Football, except when my team is winning
There's only one thing worse than people who hate football and
that's football
There's only one thing worse than people who hate football and
that's football
There's only one thing worse than the radical fundamentalist
that's the middle class judgementalist
There's only one thing worse than the shot at a socialist that's
the Red Bull reactionary.
There's only one thing worse than killing animals, that's a room
full of Vegetarians
There's only one thing worse than people who think it's cool to
tell you they went to the Big Apple
That's the people who think it's cool to tell you they went to
the Big Pineapple
There's only one thing worse than ads that masquerade as traffic
reports or what vegetable's ripe this week
Or what's making tomorrow's headlines when really they're just
ads, Actually I can't really think of anything worse
There's only one thing worse than the thing I hate
That's when I become the thing I hate
There's only one thing worse than the thing I hate
That's when I become the thing I hate
There's only one thing worse than the thing I hate
That's when I become the thing I hate
There's only one thing worse than the thing I hate
That's when I become the thing I hate
There's only one thing worse than the thing I hate
That's when I become the thing I hate
There's only one thing worse than the thing I hate
That's when I become the thing I hate
There's only one thing worse than the thing I hate
That's when I become the thing I hate
There's only one thing worse than the thing I hate
That's when I become the thing I hate
There's only one thing worse than the thing I hate
That's when I become the thing I hate
There's only one thing worse than the thing I hate
That's when I become the thing I hate
When I become the thing I hate
When I become the thing I hate
We all become the thing we hate
We all become the thing we hate
It's what makes life so great
7.Jesus Penis
I know a guy called Jesus Penis
His parents must have been the meanest
40 years of hearing jokes about messiah
now he works in Oakley as a tyre
Salesman yes the name did not
Inspire great respecting you reckon
I know a guy called Jesus Penis
I met a girl called Lei-Kee Brain
If you think I'm kidding well think again
Every time they called the roll
She heard the laughing from Toshiro
Then to the life of Fong
and watched the great potential drain
and lived up to her name
I met a girl called Lei-Kee Brain
Life is but a walking shadow
Our inflated pricked by time's arrow
Fate awaits us like the last word critic
Like distant thunder at a picnic
Lets talk intolerability
Lets talk futility
Let's talk about me
I stand alone, My work is proof
My Truth is Beauty, My Beauty is Truth
My eye a surgeon's knife
Underneath it lies the culprit life
I can set your heart unravelling
To the beat of my mind travelling
I can show you world spectacular
With a twist of my vernacular
I can make you love me
I can make you love me
I can make you love me
I can make you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Course in the end I'll be dismissed
Cos I write low-brow shit like this
It's enough to drive a man insane
You know can't complain cos I'm not a guy called Jesus Penis
Jesus Penis
Jesus Penis
Jesus Penis
Jesus Penis
8.What We Did To Smokers
We could bring an end to every war
Reconcile the rich and poor
If you think that I'm talking manure
Look what we did to smokers
We could pay each person what they're worth
Everyone is royal by birth
We can not sign up past planet earth
Look what we did to smokers
We have the power to change the world
And I'm not being facetious
Look how we turned the smoker
into our endangered species
Imagine being a smoker,
Here's the smokes you can't afford
We'll treat you like an ass hole
And Cancer's your reward
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did
Look at what we did
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did
Look at what we did
Look at what we did to smokers
We could jail all the punk's advertisers
Put away zealots, and developers
Incarcerate home reach drivers
And fans who chant like Gorillas
We could lock them in a barb wire universe
Get prime time and more torturers
To yank their fingernails out
With pliers...
Sorry did I go to far...
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did
Look at what we did
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did
Look at what we did
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did to smokers
Look at what we did
Look at what we did
Look at what we did to smokers
9.I Don't Like Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays And Fridays
I don't like Mondays
I don't like Mondays
I don't like Mondays
I don't like Mondays
I don't like Mondays
I don't like Mondays
I don't like Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and
Fridays
HR lady asked me about my working life
I said its fine 'cept the bits from 9 to 5
She talked to me about motivation
Use the Boost Juice lady as inspiration
I said funny but I've never seen her on the the 7：30 stopping
all stations
I don't like Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and
Fridays
Saturdays way to busy, before you know it the weekends done
There's the office dickhead, swapping keys on your computer
And the middle manager who times you at the water cooler
Everyone's in love with bureaucracy
ROI's KPI's DDP's
On a note that when no one sees I'm writing
K.I.L.L.M.E
The girl from accounts is cute but, that would never work
Cause even in her birthday suit, she'd still make me feed her
work
There's a poster above my head says, Challenge change things for
the better
You know I once tried to move that poster, I got a warning
letter
I don't like Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and
Fridays
Saturdays way to busy, before you know it the weekends done
I don't like Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and
Fridays
Time is flying but I'm not having fun
I don't like Mondays
I don't like Mondays
Tuesdays
Wednesdays
Thursdays and
Fridays
10.Shitdancer
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a shit dancer
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
Ich bin ein auslander and I don't care
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a shit dancer
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
Ask cool people if they think they're cool
And they'll say 'What me, you're joking'
But like the popular kids at school
They're happy to make you feel like a bogan
We invent a social network tool
And offer channel to the multitude but
What do you reckon cool people will do
They use it to find a way to exclude
We have a primal urge to belong
And to shove someone whose shoes are brown
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
Look at these pants they're so last year
I'm a shit dancer
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a shit dancer
I've got no chance, not with this hair
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a shit dancer
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
These ？？？ kicking in windows barred
With razor wire on the rabid patwa
As they fire up a fashion fatwa
They just conspire to keep you where you are
From the treehouse secret keeping
To St Peter and the gates of Heaven
To the big noter at you office meeting
Who uses acronyms as a weapon
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
Ich bin ein auslander and I don't care
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a shit dancer
I'm a shit dancer and I don't care
I asked to see makers
They asked Tyler the creator
By any definition a perfect fit
They're all playing chasey and no-one wants to be it
They dismissed me with disdain
Like some kind of tourist in Flinders Lane
It's such a dirty job that no-one wants to do it
Well I might as well put my hand up to it
I'm Cool, Look at me I'm Cool
No hair,
Double chin,
Jeans by Rivers,
Wasn't there at Arcade Fire's first gig
Don't drink absinthe
I'm cool
And now that I'm cool
I'm going to that bar that no-one has heard of
And that restaurant which doesn't take bookings
And that club which has no sign on the door
And that clothes store where everyone looks like Quentin Crisp
And all the other places where people don't talk to me and say
If you're not cool what are you doing here
And when they leave I'll be all by myself
Like Will Smith in I Am Legend
Man, by using such a gauche mainstream filmic reference
I just proved it, I'm cool
I am the ultimate in exclusivity
Review that Pitchfork
11.If
If I'd been to a private school
I wouldn't be such a bore
If I'd been to a private school
I'd take risks and once more I'd choose to be poor
I'd know where the scene is cooking
And I'd arrive without a booking
I'd be urbane, cerebral, much better looking
I'd reject conformity from my garret in Berlin
And my beats would be fat, my girlfriend thin
Everything'd be cool
If I'd been to a private school
I'd totally rule
If I'd been to a private school
If I'd been to a private school
I'd spend a year in a crack den, non compos mentis
If I'd been to a private school
I'd get into smack, then have my own personal dentist
My photographic exhibition would be called 'The Devil's Cache'
It would spell 'Barosian Hell' with an 'aitch', not a H
I'd go down well at Cannes with my film about poverty in Manila
I'd live in a shanty town near our family villa.
I'd hang with my separatist lesbian friend with piercings in her
labia
She's had a thing for me since the Year 12 formal at Xavier
We'd have a child go running wild on the mean streets of New
York
You can eat out of dumpsters but still know how to hold your
fork
Everything'd be cool
If I'd been to a private school
I'd totally rule
If I'd been to a private school
I'd join a cabal in Kabul
I'd live on gruel in Istanbul
Shoot a man in a pistol duel
Be a drug mule for a guy called Raoul
I wouldn't use my 12 inches as rule
But sooner or later, ladies, you'll be begging me to clean your
pool
If I'd been to a private school
If I'd been to a private school
I wouldn't care about petrol
Or obsess about the interest rate
I wouldn't live in a suburban box with sport as my opiate
If I'd been to a private school
I wouldn't be like you
Your life's a plague, I'm L'Etranger
I read that in Camus
If I'd been to a private school, I'd be impetuous, spontaneous
If I'd been to a private school, I'd ignore domestic bliss
If I'd been to a private school, I'd be beautiful and dangerous!
Hang on. I did go to a private school. How come I ended up like
this？
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