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Mongrel (1997)

1. Intro (0:40) Back to tracklist
2. Punch In The Face (1:37) Back to tracklist

Middle class white boys trying hard to annoy
All we really needed (is|was) a ticket to ride
Fighting with no-one at all that's ok
We've got no balls
Someone needs to sort us out
And make Benny cry

All we need is
All we need is
It's a punch in the face

Lary Emdur is OK compared to us
He makes the grade
Self-depreciation is important for some
We deserve a beating can someone teach a lesson
All that they'd be doing is just having some fun

All we need is
All we need is
It's a punch in the face

We need a punch in the face

And they go bam ba ba bam etc...

3. 4 Litres (1:48) Back to tracklist

Sup...
Comes in a box
It will fuck you up
It speaks so softly to you
tell you to have a sup
It's moselle, chablis, rosé, reisling
When you think it's gone
Well you know it's not
Just blow it up
Because you know that it's all you've got
It's cheaper than the box it comes in
4 Litres...
Choke on number 1
Retch on number 2
When four comes around you know that it's all good news
Only buy claret if it's the last goon in the shop
4 Litres...
It's up to you sup the goon
It's up to sup
It's up to you sup the sup it sup it
4 Litres...

4. There's Your Dad (2:23) Back to tracklist

We're on line and we're fine but we're out of time
not a crime, it's a sign by the grace of god goes I
could it be that you see one of your family insanity
affecting the paternity of your family tree

there's your dad
look at him over there, he's looking sad.

getting round, round the town, now you're going down
to that place it's the case you barely recognise the face
There he is, looking in to the garbage bin
with a grin, he's not so thin.
Could it be, that it's plain to see... a lobotomy

there's your dad
look at him over there, he's looking sad.

there's your dad
why don't you go and talk to him, he's not that bad

DAD

if you haven't the time when he's running wild to
to confide in the man that has got the master plan
well you won't be alone you'll have kids of your own
and then what's to be said when you have
to rest your head on a newspaper bed

5. Run (2:34) Back to tracklist

I'm not a coward I've got sense
When it comes to self-defense
I'd rather leave the scene than fight
You can try and you just might
You can succeed to make me bleed
RUN!

Run away from this anger
if you just can't stand the ground
Look at what you've found
Start to pray when you hear the speech
Of what are you looking at
Well I'm not looking at you

Don't delay if you can't escape
It's harder to rationalise when all you feel is hate
I can't perceive why you demean yourself
and all those around you
your rudeness astounds me

Yeah... gonna have some fun
Yeah... with everyone
Yeah... gonna have some fun
Yeah... we're gonna have some fucking fun

Touch the sky with your middle finger
When it gets too hot distraction's all you've got
We can deceive if it's only hope
Deception is easy when you're dealing with dickheads

6. All Your Friends Think You're A Fuckhead (2:13) Back to tracklist

Kicking & fighting that's what you know,
the way you're treated only goes to show.
That your popularity is all in your head, it's in your head.
No-one came round to your house today,
the phone doesn't ring, you think that's O.K.
It must be the weather or they had to go & visit their
grand mother instead.
All your friends think you're a fuckhead
A good paranoia is what you lack
Your friends always talking behind your back.
Of course it has nothing to do with the simple fact
that nothing you say is of any worth.
There's always a challenge to see who leaves first.
Someone should tell you but we're all way
too afraid, to say that
All your friends think you're a fuckhead
You thought that they were friends that you would
never lose, why
you're so charismatic when you're on the booze
Sometimes your friends behaviour is so
difficult to excuse.
To pay your bills on time well that wouldn't do,
You don't take your library books 'till they're
overdue-It's the only way that you will ever get
a letter to come to you-
All your friends think you're a fuckhead.

7. Urban Myth (1:43) Back to tracklist

If I gave you another wish
you'd be hanging out for married bliss
waiting for your life to control you

Married bliss is an urban myth with concrete smiles and bloody wrists
I never thought it would come to this, did you?
Oh ho

Haven't you seen the end of it all
One more fantasy before you fall

who ho ho, who ho ho, who ho ho,
who, ho ho, who ho hoo who ho ho

Sometimes it's best to pass
???
sinking to your boring point of view

???
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I never thought it would come to this did you?

It's not cynicism but the same old contradictions
a repeat of the same jaded mistakes

8. Chemotherapy (3:29) Back to tracklist

[Verse 1]
Walk into my ward, stand beside my bed,
I look at you, but you stare at your feet instead,
I'm on the verge of collapse,
I've got needles running through my veins,
And i'm bleeding from my dick
and my hair's falling out and it's driving me insane,

Hey hey hey hey insane,

[Chorus]
Chemotherapy, chemotherapy,
I'm having chemotherapy, chemotherapy,
I'm having chemotherapy, chemotherapy,
I'm having chemotherapy, chemotherapy.

[Verse 2]
I've lost control of the functions that i once had,
The doctors tell me that it's really not that bad,
I don't want to wake up with a warm patch in the bed,
And you want to get up but you can't so you don't,
So you go back to sleep instead.

Hey hey, hey hey, instead,

[Chorus]
Chemotherapy, chemotherapy
I'm having chemotherapy, chemotherapy,
I'm having chemotherapy, chemotherapy,
I'm having chemotherapy, chemotherapy.

[Verse 2 (repeat)]
I've lost control of the functions that i once had,
The doctors tell me that it's really not that bad,
I don't want to wake up with a warm patch in the bed,
And you want to get up but you can't so you don't
so you go back to sleep instead.

Yeah yeah, instead,

[Chorus]
Chemotherapy, chemotherapy
I'm having chemotherapy, chemotherapy,
I'm having chemotherapy, chemotherapy,
I'm having chemotherapy, chemotherapy.

9. Duga Duga Bow Bow (2:23) Back to tracklist

I like you to talk to
I don't want a hard sell
Hold on to yourself
Maybe find someone else
I want you to stay back
You could lose face
The time hasn't come to
compromise but when it does I'll cut you down

and I don't want to fuck you
Well I think you're really nice
but I couldn't bring myself to fuck you

One, Two, Three, Four...

Why can't you see what you do to yourself
When you get down on the floor
You'll graze your knees, wet the floor
disgrace yourself and someone else
I want you to get real
Don't trust your instincts
The time hasn't come to
compromise but when it does I'll cut you down

and I don't want to fuck you
Well I think you're really nice
but I couldn't bring myself to fuck you
You can come 'round to my house but I don't want to fuck you
Well I think you're really nice
but I couldn't bring myself to fuck you

I'll bring you down every time
you wanted to come around
It's a shame I'm not ashamed
'cause it's just a fucking game

10. Genius (2:57) Back to tracklist

Go
Walking by myself oh how I wish with someone else
Oh we could be so strong
It didn't have to happen if I bought myself a gun
He would have been on the run
What fun

'cause he's a fucking genius
He's a genius a fucking genius
He's a genius he's a genius
A fucking genius

Walk away if your reactions are gone
I can't believe he thinks this is fun
I would love to be inside his head
If it's empty there's no room for me to
kick out both his eyeballs, and punch out both his ears
I'll find the braincell that he's got
Play ten-pin bowls and fuck it up
But it doesn't matter, It doesn't matter a bit because

He's a fucking genius
He's a genius a fucking genius
He's a genius he's a genius
A fucking genius

His intellect is far beyond you and me
He's so smart he can't even speak
I wish I understood all that he knows
Just hit me and I'll understand
the word he yells from his car as he drives along
If only I had studied more I might have known the origins of
maarmumarr
He can lecture with his fists
He's pissed and he's a fucking genius

He's a genius a fucking genius
He's a genius he's a genius
A fucking genius
He's a genius he's a genius
A fucking genius

11. Get Fucked You Fucken Fuckwit (You Can't Move Into My House) (7:30) Back to tracklist

Hope you don't think I'm rude
Fuck You
Hope you don't think I'm precious
Fuck You
Hope you see I'm well adjusted:
I can't stand the sight of you
Don't wanna be startin somethin
Don't want to antagonise,
All I said was something simple:
I can't stand the sight of you,
I can't stand the sight of you.
Don't believe, don't believe the words
I don't believe all the things I've heard about you.
I will be saying this in your defense:
I'd rather eat a fridge full of arses than know you.
And I've tried with all my might to see past
all you failing but I've failed to give a fuck
You're a fuck-up, you're a joke,
You're a clown, take your pants down,
Get fucked you fucking fuckwit
no you can't move into my house.
With a range of ethics that are quite perverse
You're sitting in the centre of your own universe
Not content to sit upon the fence, you'll fall
either way ignoring common sense
I look into your eyes and seen a haze
of your twisted sensibilities and little saving grace.
[Chorus]
I believe, I believe the words, of your
best friend when he likened you to a steaming turd.
And when he said he wished that you were dead,
It was the most intelligent thing that anyone's ever said.
And I've tried with all my might to see past
all your failings but I failed to give a fuck.
[Chorus ad nauseum]

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