Early Model Kooka (2018)
I smoked a pack of cigarettes before midday
I coughed up a lung around one
I can't see a thing through my eyes that sting
I can't remember having so much fun
[Chorus:]
Well I've never had so much fun
No I've never had so much fun
I can't remember when I've ever had so much fun
Can't drink the water in Sydney
Can't eat the food in Japan
Can't breathe the air in Los Angeles
but a million people think they can
These wankers filled up with hatred
Why expect any less
If they can't decide about genocide
I think it's time that they took a rest
I try to compensate blindly for mistakes
Try to make things right
For all my redemption I've the best intentions
But it's always ending up in a fight
Fuck my school reunion (x 5)
Wendy Hogan and Matthew Simpson,
It's great to hear they're doing well for themselves ooh
They've got a hair removal business on the west coast
They're thinking hard about expanding out from there
But I don't live that way
So fuck my school reunion
Steven Archer and Carol Johnson,
These renovations they won't pay for themselves ooh
It's great to hear that they just got into the market at the right time
They won't sell for at least a year
But I don't live that way
So fuck my school reunion (x 5)
Well I try not to be part
of the destruction of the sun,
I only need a little piece
to get the washing done.
A handshake and a backslap,
I will never pretend,
bent lawyers & prostitutes
your only friends.
And I'm watching from a distance
from outside of the pen.
With your snouts in the trough.
You spend your whole life
thinking that your something
that you're not.
"It's guys like you
been fucking guys like me, or what?"
The jury has acquitted your arse
time and time again,
those glory days are gone.
you thought they'd never end!
And I'm watching the destruction
from outside of the pen.
With your snouts in the trough.
now I wanna get off,
obnoxious and boring,
still trying to act tough.
And you bought the market,
you still got your
snouts in the trough.
Now it's coming all undone
the cracks are bigger
than your heads,
the piss that runs downhill
will hit your mouths instead.
It's time for retribution,
watch the fuckers burn and then,
WE'LL PICK UP ALL THE PIECES
AND WE'LL WATCH THEM BURN AGAIN.
You taught me to re-align my chakra,
speak to my inner consciousness.
You made me listen to John Butler
and other rubbish that bored me to shit
You wanted to move up the North Coast
where everthing is so much better
Where you can play Djembes on the beach
I used to get mad
I used to get angry
I used to hate everyone i met
You taught me love
You showed me kindness
You painted flowers on my face
And that gave me the shits
Fuck i hated that
but it taught me a valuable lesson too
Now i love everyone but you
We had mushrooms in the morning
I was braindead for eternity
I took my clothes off
you didn't like that
and neither did the check-out chick from coles
i tried to pash the store security
I used to get mad
I used to get angry
I used to be cynical i know
You taught me love
You taught me yoga
You threw the fire around my head.
And that gave me the shits
Fuck i hated that
but it taught me a valuable lesson too
Now i love everyone but you
You wont make me live with no shoes.
Now every full moon i think of last year
and when we went to the bush doof party
And how the acid made the music worse.
I know she had a good heart
when she stood in front of trees.
But she talked out her arse
she could see me aura turning bad.
And that gave me the shits
Fuck i hated that
everyone else i know thanks you.
Now i love everyone but you
I passively resist your coup.
Never seem to be in front
Or part of the exciting times
Destined for a life of second best
The blackmail not the bribe
Together now whatever work has gone unsung
He'll be forever Malcolm Young
Always gnocchi not linguine
Never Hitler you're Mussolini
Often the sideshow but not the circus
Always Malcolm never Angus
End up Carlton you wanted to be Negus
Single pluggers never sneakers
Always headphones never the speakers
Shouldn't have a complex cause
he wrote Highway To fucking Hell
Together now whatever work has gone unsung
He'll be forever Malcolm Young
Don't be too cocky cause he wrote Stiff Upper Lip as well
I've seen your type before,
Thankful I don't have to see you anymore.
Not unless I'm looking through the window pane
At you goose-stepping around your room again.
You better keep it down.
Because your mummy doesn't know that you're a Nazi,
Your mummy doesn't know about the national front.
She doesn't know that you're a Nazi,
You're sitting in your room being a Nazi cunt
No I've never met someone so full of hate,
It's a wonder you've got time to masturbate
Over images of men in uniforms,
And you better keep an ear out for the door
Cause dinner could be ready.
Because your mummy doesn't know that you're a Nazi,
Your mummy doesn't know about the national front.
She doesn't know that you're a Nazi,
You're sitting in your room being a Nazi cunt
NAZI CUNT!
