Parasite (1996)
You call me up and tell me that you want to talk to
Someone who's going to help you
Classify your cred
Attempt to be indifferent but it doesn't work out
It's difficult to try to justify your head
All you seem to do is hang around
You're a parasite
Want to be part of something, just a fashion
Might as well listen and look just like that
Demean yourself in public if you really want to
End up being nothing but a boring prat
All you seem to do is hand around
You're a parasite, call it what you like
You're a parasite, got such a nasty bite (you're such as stupid shite)
Like to mention all the cool gigs that you've been to
Like to mention all the cool bands that you've met
It's a fascinating diatribe of great proportions
However I would prefer to punch my own head
Door
You don't have to wait in line
But you do it all the time
I'd be happy to pay the fine
My decision's not a crime
Get out of my face
I don't care if you're not Jase
If it's me you must ???
Then you're just a waste of space
Can you put me on the door
Or do you know where to score
Wipe it off your face
Your smile is much too late
It's obvious this time
That you're not a friend of mine
It's time you realised
???
In your own mind you're a star,
doesn't mean that you are
Can you put me on the door
Or do you know where to score
And if a had a million dreams
At least one would be obscene
And if I had a million beers
Then you could take advantage
Now you've reached the highest stage
You got a job at Triple J
I'm sorry to have to say
That I have to fucking pay
Are you on the list
In example, here's my fist
Would you like to meet the band
They're so hard to resist
Can you put me on the door
Or do you know where to score
Because if I had a space it would be yours
Communication seems deflected
I'm not entirely sure if they can speak
It couldn't really be expected
For them to have a grasp of basic speech
Always screaming
Inbred violence
They're a pack of...
The people at number 60 never have any fun
The people at number 60 you're incredibly dumb
They've probably got the best intentions
Although it seems to be perfectly clear
That even though they lack pretensions
They'll resolve a conflict with a half-full beer
Constant anger
So unfriendly
They're a pack of...
The people at number 60 they show no doubt
The people at number 60 you're incredibly dumb
I can see the spark in their eyes
All that I can see is a dull glow
It's not that they are lacking foresight
But the damage they incur is blood show
Always screaming
Inbred violence
They're a pack of...
The people at number 60 never show no doubt
The people at number 60 you're incredibly dumb
The people at number 60 never have any fun
The people at number 60 you're a pack of cunts
(Yeah, I reckon that one might do it)
