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Friends Like These
04:06
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Baby with friends like these, Who needs enemas
Baby with friends like these, Who needs enemas
Wanna walk in shoes like these, I walked the mile
while you searched for shoe trees
That old forlorn shoe horn, Blows in like the breeze
Lets call it quits, You're giving me the shits
Follow suit if it fits please, For all my humility
You're a liability
That old crooked hind leg
Can't even lie straight in bed
You drank my wine, Fed on my bread
You're a leech and I've been bled
You took my good name to town
Drank my wine child, Splashed it around
Well you lied to my face...
said you only befriended her
Allies like these baby... who needs enemas
You cured my constipation... but you made me sick
After that conversation
I could shit though a needle dick
You took my good name to town
Drank my wine child... splashed it around
We were rooting tooting in cahoots
You were like a child trying on Daddy's boots
That shit wore thin like a cheap suit
Now you're standing in line for a polystyrene cup of soup
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Me 'n' You
03:58
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There's a party going down this Friday night
You'll take to it like a bird to flight
There'll be dinner and dancing, Rutting Romancing
Drinking and drugging, Munting and mugging
There'll be looting and rioting, Fucking and fighting
Torn off clothes... The claret will flow
There'll be stranger danger, good loving too
Who's gonna be there? Just me and you!
Me and you, Bit off more than you can chew
Trying to spend a quiet night with you
There'll be broken glass, you'll be on your arse
Then we'll smoke some grass and really have a gas
There'll be bitchin' in the kitchen and screamin' too
We'll walk the dog and we'll boogaloo
Knock on the door its the boys in blue
Who's gonna be there? Me and you!
Me and you, Bit off more than you can chew
Trying to spend a quiet nighter
Like a bull shopping for china
Just a friendly reminder
A want a lover baby not a fighter, With you
There'll be house breaking, Giving and taking
Cheating and thieving, Lying and believing
There'll be candle lit kisses, Hits and misses
Ecstatic bliss... your face, my fist
They say three's a crowd, you can tango with two
Got the whole fandango with you
Me and you, Bit off more than you can chew
Trying to spend a quiet nighter
Like a bull shopping for china
Like a 69'er with a hungry tiger, We're through
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Long Way From Home
03:43
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A crooked smile, done gone buck wild
A fatherless child cries, Blue moon, black eyes
Gonna live till you die
Drinking wine like it's going out of style
But let me remind you
you're still a long way from home
Had a hatchet face, She gave good chase
But that dirty taste was laced with headache
Hot flush, cold sweat, To your neck in debt
You place another bet... what the heck
But let me remind you
you're still a long way from home
Eye balls are wide, Snake bite twice shy
Life's a bitch and so am I, all right
Your foolish pride got you in a tight bind
Unwashed, unsatisfied
A whole months wage, spent in one day
At an all night poker game
Run as fast as you can, Hide your head in the sand
You're your own boogie man now Sam
But let me remind you
you're still a long way from home
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Darling It Hurts
03:35
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Too Mean to Cry
05:04
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I'm jack of all tradies baby
Apprentices i've got none
I got no master mamma
Don't kowtow to anyone
Just slip the blood to me bud, don't even try
Roses is red but flowers die
I got the lonesome blues but i'm too mean to cry
I gave a bone to every doggy followed me home
Tom, Dick and Harry, none of them cats ever phoned
Just shoot the juice to me Bruce, don't even try
Violence is blue but flowers die
I got the lonesome blues but i'm too mean to cry
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
Wash my pills down, Bill, before you sink the pink
Get me lubed on that booze, the tide is high
Score some meth for me Beth, no sleep tonight
I'll drink a gallon, Allen, no end in sight
I've been dragged across coals, Noel,
lost will to fight
There's a tear in my beer, but my two eyes are dry
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White Knuckle Fever Sydney, Australia
White Knuckle Fever, Sydney's psychobluesabilly two-piece will take you on a ride through a psychotropic hellscape and back in one night. Celia Curtis and 3kShort are a high-energy assault on decency & a paint- by-numbers guide to devil worship. If you've ruined your life with drugs and debauchery, love the greats Lux Interior and Screamin' Jay, you will love White Knuckle Fever. ... more
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