Forever Malcolm Young (Demo) (2006)
Half dead on a hospital bed breathing through my throat.
You never came to see me here, you never even wrote.
You never cared about the dreams we shared, the love that we professed.
Those brutal words, they cut through me, the sight of these glass shards in my chest.
Breathe in, breathe out, spoiling all our fun.
It's not metaphoric when I'm coughing up a lung.
I know I should be moving on, but it seems a bit unjust.
Instead it's on the cork board wall, I'm lying here going "please pass those tusks".
Breathe in, breathe out, spoiling all our fun.
It's not metaphoric when I'm coughing up a lung.
Breathe in, breathe out. I'm not gonna stay silent when you take my breath away.
Breathe in, breathe out, spoiling all our fun.
It's not metaphoric when I'm coughing up a lung.
Breathe in, breathe out. I'm not gonna stay silent when you take my breath away.
You think he's pretty cute, but he's a redneck motherfucker, what the hell are you gonna do?
Looking kinda buff, all your friends they think he sucks, what the hell are you gonna do?
You fall in love, but he's spent as money.
Doesn't matter 'cause she's going for the funny.
'Cause he's doing it for the dimes and the good times.
Doing it for the dimes. And the good times.
Doing it for the dimes. And the good times.
Put your conscience behind in the meantime. For a good times.
Have a hundred drinks and you never have to think what the hell you're going through.
Dressing up your friend and you'll never see the pain unless you've got a clue.
Put [...]
I'm only doing it for the dimes. And the good times.
Doing it for the dimes. And the good times.
Doing it for the dimes. And the good times.
Put your conscience behind in the meantime. For a good times.
After all the attention, work and fight for a pension.
One way to mention when you're old and shit.
Make you feel it but you're never gonna win it.
Because the real is in how we can feel.
Doing it for the dimes. And the good times.
Doing it for the dimes. And the good times.
Doing it for the dimes. And the good times.
Put your conscience behind in the meantime. For a good times.
Doing it for the dimes. And the good times.
Put your conscience behind in the meantime, for a good times.
There's a homeless guy in my room.
We really hit it off and he won't be home soon.
'Cause he doesn't have one.
He was an addict of the pokies.
Yeah, he really loves to bet.
But every cunt I've ever come across
He's the best I've ever met.
Homeless guys are cool
When they're in my room.
Homeless guys are cool
When they're in my room.
'Cause if you don't think so, that means you suck.
[I run on to town, the next thing came around.]
[She said, "Find me in the fridge," so hot I made it and she thought.]
So who the fuck are you?
To choose my fucking food!
Eating all your food.
Breathing all your air.
Now I'm seeing things.
That they just blame up there.
It was essential, it was a tear.
Who's this weirdo talking to me?
LS fucking D, in the air conditioned ducts.
That's why our fucking food made us feel so fucking fucked.
Don't get me wrong
I didn't think it sucked.
That's there's LS fucking D
In the air conditioned ducts.
And when he drinks he always says
"Le' chaim", he often stays in time,
unless he's gotten really blind
and that's when shit
gets weird sometimes.
And I'm convinced of his tendencies
to spend the night on his knees.
He's got some massive kegs
but only in relation to his legs.
We all know he's cancer-prone,
like Macauly Culkin in Home Alone,
looks like he's standing
but he's on his throne
Yeah he's the fucken Metro Gnome
And yeah he really likes to play the tubs,
but he only wants to play in pubs.
He helped me write this stupid song,
he likes monkeys like King Kong.
We all know he's cancer-prone,
like Macauly Culkin in Home Alone,
looks like he's standing
but he's on his throne
Yeah he's the fucken Metro Gnome
He likes to bitch and moan,
won't Lindsay play trombone,
got no hair don't need no comb,
but he's the fucken Metro Gnome.
He's the Metro Gnome,
hates retro, not hetro.
We won't let go...HOME!
Well, she's not like the other girls, but no one will ever know
She used to get down to the stands at every punk rock show.
But underneath to wear those clothes
She's a stockbroker, yeah. She's trying to bide her time.
Sheena is a Stockbroker
Sheena is a Stockbroker
Sheena is a Stockbroker Noooow
She's not trying to save the world, that stuff is such a bore
She's not selling out, she's buying in. Then selling it for more.
She's taking it right to the neck down on the trade floor.
She's trying to bide her time.
Sheena is a Stockbroker
Sheena is a Stockbroker
Sheena is a Stockbroker Noooow
Sheena is a Stockbroker
Sheena is a Stockbroker
Sheena is a Stockbroker Noooow
Got a cool haircut and a new tattoo, and so did everyone else.
Got some wild makeup and exotic nails, and so did everyone else.
Gotta march in time, and you'll never hear me whine.
Because I listen to [...], at least I should and then we turn.
I wanna be the same, gonna play the game.
I wanna be the same, gonna mute my brain.
I wanna be the same, never bite the change.
I wanna be the same, turn down the gain.
I wanna be the same.
Trying to be different can be such a chore, just like everything else.
Learn it to the back and then you slowly stop, and let them think for yourself.
Just listen to me, for a lesson in nonconformity.
To finish the purpose of this song, could turn out so wrong.
I wanna be the same, gonna play the game.
I wanna be the same, gonna mute my brain.
I wanna be the same, never bite the change.
I wanna be the same, turn down the gain.
I wanna be the same.
I wanna be the same, gonna play the game.
I wanna be the same, gonna mute my brain.
I wanna be the same, never bite the change.
I wanna be the same, turn down the gain.
I wanna be the same, gonna play the game.
I wanna be the same, mute my brain.
I wanna be the same, never bite the change.
I wanna be the same, turn down the gain.
I wanna be the same.
