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Change The World #2
03:35
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There's all these stony faced and solemn
Public servants at the Olim's
They're drinking whiskey, sculling beer, ingesting pain.
And I'm headed down the avenue
Where the junky flats stand proud
And the oldest buildings leave without remains
And there's booner cars and pedestrians
Fighting over William Street
There's women wearing nothing but their chains
There's a bunch of sirens screaming
And the groovers they're all dreaming
And the suburban kids are shaking off their shame
And I don't wanna change the world no more
I don't want you to be my girl no more... Uh huh
Well I'm swimming in the sea
Where the gangs of children flee
On a Saturday night when things get rough
Oh baby life is one big show
And it's a fine line we toe
Between illusion and make believe
And I'm sitting in your seat
Your black jacket torn and beat
I want you and me to believe
That you know God is free
And he roams this city
He's got tidal waves and a magic bow
And I don't want to change the world no more
And I don't want you to be my girl no more
You can rub my dirty feet
I lie and I cheat
And sometimes I forget my own name
There's a .22 on the stove
There's a bill in my grey purse
Would someone call a nurse... right now
Coz this girl with golden streaks
She came in from the streets
And she's massaging my soul with a glove
I got lost in Kings Cross
Where my body somehow got lost
And I'm born again and I'm in love
And I don't want to change the world no more
And I don't want you to be my girl no more
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Gladiator Perfume
05:02
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Inspector Harry's here now
Turning up the heat
And everybody's sweating
Tryna keep the beat
The medicine man ain't coming
Coz he ripped them off the street
And now they're all starving
From their tongues and lips and feet
And I hate it
Your voice of dust suffocating
My lungs of rust
I want you in my soul
I lost you now I'm old
Well Uncle Harry's here now
Driving up the road
Of a discontented woman
Of a fiery dangerous load
The police man is here now
He fucking ripped them down
And now they're all begging
On the wrong side of town
And I hate it
Your voice of dust suffocating
My lungs of rust
I want you in my soul
I lost you now I'm old
While you smile gently
I confess to sin
Your adolescent smell
Sit next to me and sing
And while your eyes are smiling
What's underneath that cool stare
You say you like shit music babe
But I don't really care
And I hate it
Your voice of dust suffocating
My lungs of rust
I want you in my soul
I lost you now I'm old
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3. |
Heavy Metal Love Bug
05:08
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Joker's blowing bubbles
Playing games on the computer screen
Music hums inside my head
Or is this just a dream?
Can I find a place
To sleep on the floor?
If you don't like that, honey,
I'll stay awake until dawn
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4. |
Mainstream Woman
03:49
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5. |
Macarthur Northbourne
04:34
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6. |
Staring At The Sea
05:47
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7. |
My Transsexual Whore
06:32
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8. |
Parliamentary Swan Song
04:20
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9. |
Azdak The Judge
04:46
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10. |
Andrej
03:20
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11. |
River Queen
04:27
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12. |
Wank
11:22
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The Henchmen Canberra, Australia
The Henchmen blasted into musical existence in the early 2000s. Springing from Canberra, Australia, they released one album and then dissolved in a rock & roll supernova of day jobs and responsibility. But now... they are back.
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