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Erica Street
01:57
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Let these streets
The ones named for better cities
Stretch away to a restrained infinity
And fill your lungs
Until they're red and sticky
With the fumes from the McCain's factory
And die
Die in Wendouree, die
Die in Wendouree
Scratch the surface
And cause the houses no-one knows about
To rise up from the dirt
Stand on the corner and grow to full size
In your faded Whitesnake t-shirt
And die
Die in Wendouree, die
Die in Wendouree, die
Die in Wendouree
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Unsealed bitumen crunching underfoot
Everybody knows you're coming
You are a dragon spitting thick black plumes
And your eyes outsize your stomach
Sliding doors part in terror
Every shelf-stacker will know your wrath
There aren't enough knights in plain clothes
To ever block your path
Don't count the cost
Just survive
Don't count the villagers
Get by
Sweep the aisles like a hurricane
Take all you feel you're owed
Lay waste to all who stand as guards
Where the riches of ages are stowed
When this world comes to its end
The Lord will feed your hunger
You were never one to wait for hand outs
You sometimes plunder
Don't count the cost
Just survive
Don't count the villagers
Get by
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3. |
The Secret Life Of Us
02:00
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There's fresh cracks in the driveway concrete
I can see through the kitchen door
I stand and watch a car peel out
As you collapse on the loungeroom floor
And the Secret Life Of Us is on the television
We're fifteen minutes from a police station
And nobody will pay
For what they've done today
I can see the paint peeling on the place across the road
That proves we're spitting distance from our childhood home
And our mother couldn't hold me as tightly as you did
As we racked with sobs like little kids
And there's Machine Gun Fellatio on the micro system
New bloodstains in the drive
And neither of us
Will make it out of this town alive
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4. |
Munich
02:12
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I haven't seen you in a month
I haven't seen the sun rise in a couple of weeks
I sit by the window around seven every morning
As the clouds suddenly illuminate the street
I sit there most days till lunchtime
To eavesdrop on the builders below
Stare at the highlighted phrasebook pages
And I listen out for words I know
And I am waiting for the sun to set for good on Munich
I haven't seen you in a month
The sun doesn't rise here anymore
The clouds glow with a soft, distant light
And I can't tell what's behind it all
I focus dim light on my noun chart
But these compound words keep falling apart
And I only know enough to know the builders
Aren't talking about the weather anymore
And I am waiting for the sun to set for good on Munich
I am waiting for the sun to show itself for what it really is
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Gentle hum of the vending machine
Or maybe the strip-lights overhead
Bruised ribs aching as I shift on the sofa
It's not as simple as alive or dead
Crush a soda can in my free hand
Scribble nonsense I won't remember
Wander vacantly from room to room
Hope my money lasts till December
Close my eyes and try to sleep
As late night traffic shakes the windows
The background buzz inside my head
Matched with the chatter of mosquitoes
Don't acknowledge one another here
Count out hours with my pacing
Do almost anything I can to make money
But never make conversation
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