In a Kingswood on St. Benedict's Street

Like a bat Out of hell On a half Tank of gas Got the fuck Out of dodge On the piss In the sticks And alone In the road Little eyes Like little stars Of a pretty little lamb Raised for slaughter Left my keys in the ignition Left my boots on at the door Beyond all recognition Left him on the bathroom floor As he begged me to forgive him I thought he was asking for more His blood thin on my hands Like dirty water Oh my child My child My daughter How have I failed you For an eye, an eye And a tooth, a tooth And if the jury don’t acquit him They’ll slap him on the wrist And a bracelet on his ankle Write his name up on a list Have him excavate his childhood With some psychoanalyst Leave nothing to chance That’s what I taught her Oh my pride and joy My daughter I could not let him go And if I get away with murder Then baby I’ll come home

My love my love it is a burning one No ember in the ashes when the fire is done No flickering flame It’s like the sun The fire you started in my heart it rages on The wheel of fire it is a turning one I do not mourn the days nor yearn for them to come But to live forever Together as one And go down in a blaze of glory To kingdom come My heart on fire it is a yearning one No ember in the ashes when the fire is done No series of candles It’s burns like the sun My heart on fire it is a raging one

Northern countryside Raised and I reside Northern country road I’ve been mad to roam Make myself a home Keep a box of bees Apples on the trees Eels in the creek Northern country speak Ask me for my life Gladly I’ll surrender Pay my debt to you Northern countryside Torn down from the sky Northern countryside Born and surely die

I have been working What was once working Is now not working What was a shadow of a doubt now it is lurking Round every bend I have been toiling What was once ripe Now it is spoiling What was once cool Now it is boiling A great and terrible machine I have been oiling I have been grinding What was a mystery to me I have been finding It is a chain Forever binding It is a river running deep and ever winding I have been sewing What was a seed Now it is growing A funny fruit I will be reaping And in the bed that I have made I will be sleeping And if I ever make ends meet The tail of a snake I’ll eat This mortal coil will repeat A perfect circle will complete

She makes me feel like a man When she cries on my shoulder And I console her Tell her everything is gonna be alright She makes me feel like a man When she lies on my chest And rests assured I’ll hold her through the night She makes me feel like a man When she takes me in her mouth And makes me understand I can relax She makes me feel like a man Feel like the man Makes me feel feel like her man Like her bitch Her little slut Her biggest fan Her baby boy Her favourite toy Her sycophant If I get rich she will be rich She will kneel down and Kiss the ground on which I stand I would do anything Just to please her She treats me just like a man When I’m crying like a baby Crawling on my knees and hands Treats me just like a man When I’m just trying to explain to her Some simple things that I’d like For her to understand Treats me just like a man Just like the man treats her Just like a man Like a shark A fucking narc A psychopath Like I’m insane All balls and chains She’s gotta drag If I get rich she will be rich She will kneel down and Kiss the ground on which I stand Or something like that I would do anything Yeah I’d do anything I would do anything I would do anything

Stolen Holden Crashed into a superette Marlboro golden Double happiness Coca-Cola Petty cash Toyota Corolla Torched in a cul-de-sac A motel room in Roto-Vegas No vacancy, no pets Animals belong in cages Disoriented, desexed Green defender Crawling up the steps God defend our free land A country is much like an airline No free ride on the jumbo jets A hot-wired baby blue Skyline On fire in the shopping complex Ram Raid A tuatara is much like a snake if You cut off all of his legs The pokies won’t pay out for ages On five lines, minimum bet

Girl Girl I only have eyes for you When I look upon you I see the world anew Girl Girl I only have time for you When I spend it on you The world slips from my view It’s all for you girl All that I have And every day you can’t take girl I can’t take back Girl Girl When you’re in pain girl I’m in pain too When you’re in no pain girl I feel no pain Girl I set the sun on fire To shine light on the moon But you wax you wain girl You wax you wain It rises for you girl And with you sets And every night you leave I can’t forget

Hallelujah Look at the kikuyu Nodding thistle Listen to the west wind whistle Through the pussy willows weeping In the valley of the endless grazing herds For the birds It’s all for the birds Catch the feral cat Trap the Norway rat Track the wild goat Through the dying undergrowth Smack the possum over the head with a hammer and Tear out all his fur For the birds Do it all for the birds Hallelujah Look at the kikuyu Bloody Nora Look at all the flora Don’t you just adore All the shades of green Aint it like nothing that you’ve ever seen There truly are no words Where did all the birds fly away to Were they carried off on the prevailing wind How did all the birds fly away The ones who never had to use their wings The birds A song for the birds When did all the birds fly away Were they carried off on the prevailing wind When did all the birds fly away And on that day what chorus did they sing The birds A song for the birds For the birds It’s all for the birds

Wilding pine Your useless limbs hang from your spine Soon you’ll be felled And your corpse piled high on the pyre Behind every great fortune A great crime Six thousand hectares Burned back and raped Five generations In the bloodline Inside every mutation Grand design And up through the natives A wilding Wilding pine Like soldiers all stood in a line Soon you’ll be felled And your corpse piled high on the pyre

Hit me up Pick you up Take you in the truck And all around this dying town I’m just trying to make up When we break up I miss you so much You don’t have to say it Might be just a crush But when I pull up on your street All the blood it rushes to my Hits her plastic cigarette Puts her playlist on Never really fucked to this Now it’s my favourite song Girl where do you wanna go Put my hand inside her dress Puts her makeup on Obviously I’m obsessed Can’t keep my eyes off her And on the road Life is but a dream Everyday I’m sweet sixteen Pulled up on St. Benedict’s In a Kingswood getting kissed Cut down the main artery And straight through the heart Run the blade and let it bleed If I could have you’re scars I’d wear them all over me Bite your lip don’t bite your toungue Let the words slip out Underneath St. Benedict’s I let her run her mouth I know I love you too Life is but a dream Every day I’m sweet sixteen Pulled up on St. Benedict’s In a Kingswood getting pissed Life aint what it seems Every day I’m sweet sixteen Pulled up on St. Benedict’s In a Kingswood getting kissed