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Mood: pensive

You've been so long

Your blind eyes are gone

Your old bones are on their own

So take off your coat

Put a song in your throat

Let the dead-beats pound all around

We will go

Nowhere we know

We don't have to talk at all

Hand me downs

Flypaper towns

Stuck together

One and all

The bargains you drive

Buckets and bags

And all your belongings

Your train's in the sand

Ramshackle land

Let the rats watch the races

We will go

Nowhere we know

'Til we find our one and all

Hand me downs

Flypaper towns

Stuck together

One and all

Praises get spent

Your trick face is bent

Pigsties and prizes

'Cause there's no kind of 'well'

You're suiting yourself

You leave yourself behind

We will go

Nowhere we know

'Til we find our one and all

Your hand me downs

Flypaper towns

Stuck together

One and all

Beck, ramshackle

i could f#@kn let loose on my car with a f@#kn sledge right now

if it stops me from going to my f@#kn gfs house

my god shes being the biggest f@#kn pain in the ass atm

s@#t on you god for making these high f@#kn maintanence females

im sooo f@#kn angry right now rrrrrrgh

anyone gota song for this?

i could f#@kn let loose on my car with a f@#kn sledge right now

if it stops me from going to my f@#kn gfs house

my god shes being the biggest f@#kn pain in the ass atm

s@#t on you god for making these high f@#kn maintanence females

im sooo f@#kn angry right now rrrrrrgh

anyone gota song for this?

Offspring: Hit that.....

For anything.....

TISM has a tune for any mood.....

Ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba,

Ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba,

Ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba,

Ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba,

The guy who slagged the football team,

Those yobs were not for him,

He turns into a real estate agent,

Who believes in discipline,

The guy who's first to use cocaine,

The wild boy breaking free,

He'll end up in a court of law,

As the prosecuting Q.C.

Remember the School Captain?

Success was a matter of time,

I can hear her now, as she screams,

"Greg! You missed the stop sign!"

Forget Snoop Doggy Dog,

Forget old Ice Tea,

The true word out on the streets,

Is produced by the D.A.C.

What's the use of striving?

Life's road in front unravels,

We get to do the driving,

Don't choose the direction we travel,

Do your homework or wag for weeks,

Grafiti the Dandenong line,

It don't matter much when you hear that scream,

"Greg! You missed the stop sign!"

Greg! The stop sign!

Greg! The stop sign!

Greg! The stop sign!

Greg! The stop sign!

Sometime in the next 10,000 years,

A comet's gonna wipe out all trace of man,

I'm banking on it coming,

Before my end of year exam,

The rich kid becomes a junkie,

The poor kid an advertiser,

What a tragic waste of potential,

Being a junkie's not so good either,

Your folks worked hard for what you got,

You are the fruit of their vine,

Who cares what you sow and what you reap?

'Cause Greg! You missed the stop sign!

Bought a car just the other day,

Man could that baby run,

But you know what they always say,

There's always a better one,

Got a tumor in my brain,

It's creeping to my lungs,

Man, I've searched around in vain,

Can't find me a better one,

Hardwired into everyone's head,

Is the person they're gonna be,

Growing up's not a matter of choice,

It's a matter of wait and see,

So kids, yeah you can do it,

You can be your best,

Girls can do anything,

You can past the test,

I'm OK, You're OK,

We're OK, We're fine,

I thought I heard a semi-trailer,

Greg! You missed the stop sign!

Greg! The stop sign!

Greg! The stop sign!

Greg! The stop sign!

Greg! The stop sign!

Greg! The stop sign!

Greg! The stop sign!

Greg! The stop sign!

Greg! The stop sign

Mood: Patriotic

Well he's the king of fashion in his neighborhood,

With his ripped blue jeans and a flannelette shirt.

A well kept mullet and a packet of smokes,

His mates will all tell ya he's a real top bloke.

His real name is Barry, but his mates call him Bazza.

And his girlfriend's name is Sharon, but ya just call her Shazza.

Real top Sheila, real top sort,

She'll even change your stubby while your watching sport.

But don't victimize him for his way of life,

He's sick and tired of hearing people say...

Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan.

Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan.

He drives a VK Commodore with alloy wheels,

With a home made spoiler made of crappy steel.

Pair of fluffy dice and all the other toys,

But his No Fear sticker is his pride and joy.

Saturday night the boys hit town.

Yeah they're cruising the streets with their windows down.

Put on some Barnsey and they're on their way,

You'll hear the car com'n from a mile away.

But don't victimize him for his way of life,

He's sick and tired of hearing people say...

Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan.

Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan.

Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan.

Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan.

Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan.

Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan.



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