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Fucken psychopath
02:00
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Should I have told you what I wanted to say
Did it matter really
You were already going
Felt a nuisance polluting our time
With such serious shit
Soppy, if you like
Follow the dog bone over the fence
Now I'm a helpless mutt, begging flesh to form
Surround myself with your friends
Swept guitars aside, it's nothing but techno now
But I still can't tell what this means to ya
Feeling sour doesn't count as heartbreak
For an unwanted visitor
I need a distraction
Trying to snare a fantasy life
This paradise inside, I can't pretend it's mutual
Because you, you won't even Skype me
It's infuriating, you're nowhere near
Should've told you straight away
I wouldn't be ruminating three years later
Waiting for goodness knows what
It's hard to sleep when you're so obsessed
A fucken psychopath
That's how I'm left
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Ice breaker
02:00
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My mum is on the phone a couple of days after Christmas
She'll be swinging by with some presents and leftovers
I'll just hang tight, put on Bjork and make a sandwich
Uh oh, the sound of banging from below
My neighbours having a domestic
That's some scary aggression
These bogans they aren't messing around
Woolloomooloo's own daft and dangerous
Breaking the ice after nine months' silence
Here's a man, footy shorts and knock-off sunnies
Oh oh, and a shotgun in his hand
It's pointing into my abode
This is the nightmare scene I daren't dream
I revert to instinct, run up the stairs
I'm in the fucking attic
No reason to be deleted
By the strangers that live beneath me
Rip the window from the wall and flee out onto the roof
Jump the gap onto the neighbours' balcony
Down to the street wearing socks and bed clothes
Tramps nod, say "we've been there too bro"
A drug bust, just keep running away
No reason to be deleted
By the thugs of the Sydney Police Force
I'm rethinking living here, even if it is cheap
Mum must nearly be here now
I'll go and meet her in the street
Take refuge in her car and plot out my next move
There's weapons in my yard
I can live without those shoes
They're cooking meth and I'm a suspect on the loose
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3. |
Homeless
02:08
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Find it hard to ignore the news
Lost track of the sites I used to abuse
Remember when the internet
Could make you feel like you knew everything?
Pale faces bragging about
Wins inside Coral with the lads
Good honest fun, like engine exhaust
So what, it's not harming anyone
North Cahuenga Blvd
A late start morning, the toast going cold
Memory blank and the ability
To string a sentence has been absent all week
To end a bender remove yourself
Don't cry and babble and bleat and yell
The damned one won, the blonde one lost
So what, it's not us, who gives a toss?
No good for me
I didn't think you would be
No good for me
You're all that I can see
And I want all your faces in my family tree
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Life Models London, UK
Life Models. North London. Precision and disorder. Four voices, sticky floors. Sometimes it sounds familiar, sometimes hacks like a tired frog.
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