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Education
02:23
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Education
Education – I don’t think so
Here’s your report – you’re failing the nation
Education – I don’t think so
Here’s your report…
Rank ‘em up here, rank ‘em down there
Set up for failure, do you even care?
Put ‘em on the site, vultures will attack
All those league tables; a burden on your back!
Education – I don’t think so
Here’s your report – you’re failing the nation
Education – I don’t think so
Here’s your report…
Promising the money, cashin’ in the cow
Privately they’re swimming, how can that be fair?
Broke a promise here, broken promise there,
Go ahead and quote me, that’s not fucking fair!
Education – I don’t think so
Here’s your report – you’re failing the nation
Education – I don’t think so
Here’s your report…
Follow a leader, why would you follow an arse?
Follow a leader, why the hell would you follow an arse?!
Education – I don’t think so
Here’s your report – you’re failing the nation
Education – I don’t think so
Here’s your report…
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2. |
Suicide Bomber
02:35
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Suicide Bomber
Suicide bomber, 13 years old,
Fodder for their cause,
Suicide bomber’s too young to die,
Just another pawn.
How can you call yourself a man of God?
How can you call yourself a man at all?
When you strap explosives to a kid
And send him off to do your Godless job.
Suicide bomber, 13 years old,
Fodder for their cause,
Suicide bomber’s too young to die,
Just another pawn.
How can you call yourself a man of faith?
How can you call yourself a man of Law?
When you send a kid to his death
And celebrate another bloody loss.
Suicide bomber, 13 years old,
Fodder for their cause,
Suicide bomber’s too young to die,
Just another pawn.
Muslim terrorist?
That wording is wrong!
Any person who wants to indulge in violence,
Is no longer a genuine Muslim,
Because it is a Muslim teaching,
That anyone who is involved in bloodshed,
Is no longer a genuine practitioner of Islam.
Suicide bomber, 13 years old,
Fodder for their cause,
Suicide bomber’s too young to die,
Just another pawn.
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3. |
No Ticker
02:13
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No Ticker
Sit around, sit and bitch,
Hardly move, do anything,
Got a lot, a lot to say,
Never happy, ‘less it goes your way.
Got opinions, like to make a fuss,
Got a foot, I’ll put it up your arse!
Sick of you and your ranting ways,
Now I got something, something to say!
No ticker and nothing upstairs,
No ticker, you’re driving me spare,
No ticker, you got nothing to say,
No ticker, just go away!
Now you’re up and you fly a flag,
Southern Cross and you got a plan,
Gather your small-minded crew,
Now you think you got something to prove.
Take a stand, listen, rant and rave,
Remind me of something from a yesterday;
’39 and someone to blame,
For the fact you can’t get your own way!
No ticker and nothing upstairs,
No ticker, you’re driving me spare,
No ticker, you got nothing to say,
No ticker!
What have you got to reclaim?
It was never yours in the fucking first place!
No ticker and nothing upstairs,
No ticker, you’re driving me spare,
No ticker, you got nothing to say,
No ticker, just go away!
No ticker and nothing upstairs,
No ticker, you’re driving me spare,
No ticker, you got nothing to say,
No ticker, fucking go away!
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4. |
Gilly Pull the Trigger
02:58
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Gilly Pull The Trigger
Gilly pull the trigger,
Gilly pull the trigger,
Gilly pull the trigger blow them all away!
Did you hear the news today,
That the President of the HRC
Wants to help the people, help the people?
Says it’s out of mind, it’s out of sight,
These human rights are regressive,
She wants to help the people, help the people!
What can she do when the Government opposes
Everything she says?
She wants to help the people, help the people!
Says that it’s time that we had a Bill Of Rights;
What does she want?
She wants to help the people, help the people,
Help the fucking people!
Gilly pull the trigger,
Gilly pull the trigger,
Gilly pull the trigger blow them all away!
Take a look back through our chequered history
And it will soon be apparent,
We don’t help the people, help the people.
Stolen land, the First Fleet, Brit Colonials,
Drive a black man off his land,
We don’t help the people, help the people!
White Australia Policy, Immigration Act,
All restrictive forms!
We don’t help the people, help the people!
Keating and detention, Howard and the Tampa,
Gillard does a backflip,
Wants to stop the boats, stop the boats,
Stop the fucking boats!
Gilly pull the trigger,
Gilly pull the trigger,
Gilly pull the trigger blow them all away!
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5. |
The Other
01:59
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The Other
Every failure needs, someone else to blame,
Every other bleeds, to hide their shame,
What about the ones, who get left behind?
What about their rights, who will name their crime?
Push ‘em to the back – I don’t really think so.
Push ‘em to the back – I don’t really think so .
Push ‘em way back – I don’t really think so.
Off to the back – I don’t really think so!
We bellyache, and we delineate,
From Jesus Christ to the caliphate,
Just looking for the other,
Can’t seem to find our brother.
Push ‘em to the back – I don’t really think so.
Push ‘em to the back – I don’t really think so .
Push ‘em way back – I don’t really think so.
Off to the back – I don’t really think so!
Push ‘em to the back – I don’t really think so.
Push ‘em to the back – I don’t really think so .
Push ‘em way back – I don’t really think so.
Off to the back – I don’t really think so!
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6. |
Mr. Mean
03:09
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Mr. Mean
Mr. Mean, what are you gonna do?
Mr. Mean, who are you gonna screw?
Exhibit a, Mr. John, says he’s “for all of us”
Got a hold of the economy now and he’s gonna set you up.
Up go the house incomes, things ain’t lookin’ very tough,
‘Less you dig a little deeper and find you is outta luck.
Mr. Mean, what are you gonna do?
Mr. Mean, who are you gonna screw?
So it seems we all did better but the rich they did best of all,
Rising tide does not lift all boats that’s for sure!
Are you’re talking refugees, that’d be such a bore,
“J” says “no man, we throw the children overboard!”
Mr. Mean, what are you gonna do?
Mr. Mean, who are you gonna screw?
Mr. Mean, what are you gonna do?
Mr. Mean, who are you gonna screw?
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7. |
Start All Over Again
01:57
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Start All Over Again
Well I rise and I shine, I try to take what’s mine,
Pushing a load up that hill,
I roll it around, watch it all tumble down
And start I all over again.
We’re here every day, we’re not going away,
We’re here every day that we have,
We’re here every day, there’s no accolades,
We’re just doing the best that we can!
Well I push and I shove, I try to get my head above,
The crowd that don’t give a damn,
Raise up my hand, piss in a pot, drink a can,
Wonder where the hell I went wrong!
We’re here every day, we’re not going away,
We’re here every day that we have,
We’re here every day, there’s no accolades,
We’re just doing the best that we can!
Oh man, sometimes I get so worn out,
I just need to sleep for a week!
But I smack the clock, I get ready to rock
And I start all over again!
We’re here every day, we’re not going away,
We’re here every day that we have,
We’re here every day, there’s no accolades,
And I start all over, I start all over, start all over
And start all over again!
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8. |
Fight Me
01:40
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Fight Me
How you gonna go when the planet runs down,
How you gonna go when you got no coal?
How you gonna eat when you got no fields left,
How you gonna go when it’s all dug up?
I’m not gonna go, gonna go, go quietly,
I’m gonna go, gonna go, go, loud,
I believe in kicking up a fuss
Tell you motherfuckers what I’m all about!
Fight Me!
I’ll fight you,
Fight Me, fight me, fight me, do!
How you gonna go when you’re choking on shit,
How you gonna go when the air is cursed?
How you gonna breathe when the science is true,
How you gonna go when it all comes down?
Will your dollar, dollar save you?
Will your dollar, dollar help?
I believe in kicking in some doors,
Turn you motherfuckers inside out!
Fight Me!
I’ll fight you,
Fight Me, fight me, fight me, do!
Fight Me!
I’ll fight you,
Fight Me, fight me, fight me, do!
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9. |
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Why Would I Care What You Do?
It doesn’t matter who you love,
If it’s a boy or a girl,
It doesn’t matter who you love,
In this, big wide world.
It doesn’t matter how you live,
Just live your own way,
It doesn’t matter what you give,
Just give it away!
Why would I care what you do?
Why would you care ‘bout me too?
Why should I care ‘bout your choice?
Do not feel the need to, raise my voice!
It doesn’t matter how you dress,
Just have your own style,
It doesn’t matter how I dress,
Don’t get hostile!
It doesn’t matter how you sing,
Raise your voice up high,
It doesn’t matter how you swing,
No need to comply!
Why would I care what you do?
Why would you care ‘bout me too?
Why should I care ‘bout your choice?
Do not feel the need to, raise my voice!
Take a look, take a look, take look at yourself,
Get a life, get a life, get your fucking fingers outta my pie!
Why would I care what you do?
Why would you care ‘bout me too?
Why should I care ‘bout your choice?
Do not feel the need to, raise my voice!
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10. |
Rip Me Off
01:47
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Rip Me Off
Did you hear about the financial scandal?
Take your money for a rainy day,
With no intent to pay!
Rip me off, rip me off, me off,
Rip me off, rip me off today,
Rip me off, rip me off, me off,
Rip me off and then you walk away!
Did you read about the Royal Commission?
Get the banks to admit they lie?
Oh man, they’d rather die!
Rip me off, rip me off, me off,
Rip me off, rip me off today,
Rip me off, rip me off, me off,
Rip me off and then you walk away!
You walk away…
Walk, walk, walk, walk away…
So much shit you say…Ooooooh!
(Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckin’ liars, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckin’ liars!)
Rip me off, rip me off, me off,
Rip me off, rip me off today,
Rip me off, rip me off, me off,
Rip me off and then you walk away!
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11. |
When I Was Seventeen
02:17
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When I Was Seventeen
When I was 17,
We’d hang out at the park,
Goon, Brandavino, Stones Ginger Wine,
When I was 17.
When I was 17,
Walk the streets of a small town,
Down to the river, like Springsteen would,
When I was 17.
When I was 17,
Wasn’t safe on the streets,
Slow crusin’ car, violence close at hand,
When I was 17.
Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t grow,
Couldn’t be what I needed to be,
Had to fight and stand my ground,
In order to be me…
When I was 17,
When I was 17,
When I… was 17.
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