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And He Says
02:58
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Rob always told it just as it was He didn’t mix his words he was never at a loss Full of inspiration cause he knew his stuff He’d give his point of view and listen Just enough Your band is shit you’ll never write a hit Its all the same And sounding pretty lame The drummer is fine but can’t play in time The bass is thin and You gotta to learn to sing Rob always told it just as it was He didn’t mix his words he was never at a loss He loved his kids, his bike and his wife Family friends and music what a glorious life Your band is shit you’ll never write a hit Its all the same And sounding pretty lame The drummer is fine but can’t play in time The bass is thin and You gotta to learn to sing Rob always told it just as it was He didn’t mix his words he was never at a loss He never held a grudge, C Bombs, Bomber Down Then he packet a picnic casket and rode outta town
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Nothing
03:02
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Might feed the cat. Might vacuum the carpets. Might put the kettle on. Might have a cup of tea. Might become a vegan. Might go to a rally. Might stay at home and watch it on telly, and do nothing, nothing at all..... Might take up yoga. Might brew some kombucha. Might sponsor a leopard. Might make a donation. Might become a vegan, so I can go to a rally. Might stay at home and watch it on telly, and do nothing, nothing at all...........
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3. |
Loss of Substance
04:32
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Born as brothers Grew up as friends Looked out for each other Except at the end You are my brother You were my friend But now I can't trust you I'm sad that I said The chemical causes A loss of love A scourge upon us The drug has won End it now Don't come round No more lies Your heart has died Empty and hollow Is what you've become I never wanted We used to have fun Fuck your lies And the ice Close my eyes Finish tonight
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4. |
Lonesome Blues
03:42
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When your standing on your own Texting on your phone I can help you with that If you sit and watch tv You think it’s for Free I think you should leave I got the lonesome blues again Are you having fun in Robe Did you let yourself go I can help you with that I got the lonesome Blues again Sing like you no one is listening Love like you’ll never get hurt Live like it’s your last day Dance like there’s no one watching x 3 I got the lonesome Blues again x5
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Commentator's Curse
03:03
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Does it all the time an easy shot Won’t miss from here Cause he’s got the lot yeah just like shelling peas Key player Best kick in the league A real ball winner Every coaches need yeah.. Dead out in front He’ll never miss An easy shot It’s a piece of piss Just like shelling peas Commentators curse A six inch put Just tap it in Get this one and Claim the win yeah….. Run a good race The end is near He’d have to fall over To lose from here The perfect game Hasn’t made a mistake She’s left them all In her wake Just like shelling peas Commentators curse Lead break It’s in safe hands At the penalty spot top right corner Is the safest shot He’s never been out Ton from here Nervous 90s Have no fear Last round Never been knocked down If he gets thru this He’ll win the crown
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6. |
The Losing End
03:45
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When your team is down and out. You got nothing much to cheer about. When you're on the losing end again. The coaches time is coming to an end.... Another week another loss. This time someone's going to pay the cost. The piper plays his final tune. Grim exchanges in the board room... When you’re on the losing end. When you're on the losing end again.... Another week another loss. This time someone's going to pay the cost. Grim faces in the boardroom. Long faces in the changeroom. When you're on the losing end. When you're on the losing end again
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7. |
Front Bar
03:20
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Did the mean to stay long Only for an hour Going to go soon Got to work tomorrow Drink specials on Beer spirts cider Get myself some And I’ll leave in an hour I spent the night in the Front Bar I spent the morning on my knees Can’t find my keys Think I’ve lost my new phone My legs are sore Wonder how I got home Bobs got a full beer Probably needs to drink more A downhill skier The guys a complete bore
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Hurts
02:25
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) Feel the pain when I busted my knee Smashed it hard against a tree Flew Thru the air like superman The boys laughed and thru me a can Cause it hurts, it really hurts Feel the pain when your 4 points up the ball in you forward half A rush of blood and a wayward kick slingshot down the ground and straight thru the sticks can Cause it hurts, it really hurts I feel ya pain I feel ya pain Feel the pain when you win every game Each week you expect the same Finals time and the favourites bet loose two games and out in straight sets.
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Score Review
03:12
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) Three points down, five seconds to play. A sixty-metre bomb has saved the day. Goal umpire says it's going through. Field umpire wants a score review. Score review. Score Review. Brand new toy for the AFL. It could be heaven, or it could be hell. The hand of god ain't got nothing on this. The AFL must be taking the piss. Score Review, score Review. We won by thre
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10. |
Running To The Pack
06:00
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) Really had a shit game Nothing’s going right Haven’t held a mark all day Really had a shit game Might just start a fight And have someone else to blame Really had a shit game Legs feel like lead Not getting into the play Really had a shit game It’s time that I bled So I can state my claim Running to the Pack Floating from the side Riding on their shoulders Reaching to the sky Really had a shit game Nothing’s going right Getting beaten to the ball Really had a shit game Left my boots at home and had to lend a pair from the coach Really had a shit game Just can’t get going Every time I run I just fall Really had a shit game Dropped my orange in the mud at 1/4 time And spilt my energy drink Running to the Pack Floating from the side Riding on their shoulders Reaching to the sky Really had a shit game Nothings going right Haven’t touched the ball all day Really had a shit game I’ve given away three free kicks And a 50 metre from the centre bounce Really had a shit game Everything seems so tight my hamstrings don’t match my height Really had a shit game Nearly got dragged today But there’s no one on the bench To replace me Running to the Pack Floating from the side Riding on their shoulders Reaching to the sky.
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11. |
Up There Cazaley
02:20
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The Toss Adelaide, Australia
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