1. |
My Voice
01:16
|
|||
2. |
A Minute's Silence
02:35
|
|||
Chuck a piss-up on a grave site
Beach-front offence.
Jaeger bombs scream overhead, hear the sound of the jet-ski corps.
Chip off the ol' block, gunning pushie through the grid
Monoculture, servo sunnies, can of Monster, pack of durries – fucken little shit.
Remember the martyr, laid down his life at Gallipoli
For pre-packaged communities, stretched out as far as the eye can see, it's Chemist Warehouse and Michel's Patisserie, rendered brick and tin roof, mate. Forever.
House party in the suburbs, busted up by the dogs
Coppers on horseback, cunts chuckin' rocks, Public Order Response.
Rising cost of ciggies
Got your heart full of dread
Kids kickin' holes in the walls of a derelict Asbestos shed
Remember the martyr, laid down his life on his local beat
For drum'n'bass and Ecstasy, Britannia's dear memory, yeah
Now how's the “serenity”? Let's send the ships back to the sea, Herald Sons and Daughters sing with me:
They've got the officers at every traino
With a holding cell around the back
And a camera on every street corner
Yeah he died, cunt, he fucken died for that.
He fucken died for that.
|
||||
3. |
State Breakfast
02:18
|
|
||
Money falling right through my hands
Quicker passing than time
Is anything mine but death?
Stagger through the dawn, hurtle through the day
watch old men water lawns, even though they're paved
That's the kinda shit you do with one foot in the grave
Nothing like a caffeine drink
To ratchet up the tension a notch or two
Bearing an exacting cost for you
Jaded and confused, shove Weetbix in my face
I check the morning feed I smash the breakfast of the state
Fires of fucking conflict raging - my mates
Like the iron man, I vault over gates
I am champion - always running late
Bursting through the doors, a hero of our time, I am
Compulsion - predictable at best
Discipline - not a seconds rest
Every waking moment puts you to the test
Ambition - the price you pay is stress
|
||||
4. |
Retirement Simulator
02:43
|
|||
5. |
Curfew Eternal
02:32
|
|
||
Society flyin' drunk through the windscreen
Driving maggoted back from humanity's wake
Bedside vigil held on the gravel and broken glass
And we're digging in the midnight, and sitting on the edge of the pit
Now how easy to adapt to isolation when you're already numb
And silence is natural for those who are perpetually dumb
Two burial plots for every soul
When our lives and our cultures pay the ultimate toll
One headstone reads 'security', your 'rights' are being read on the next
So which is the body you will choose to be hung from the neck?
How easy to adapt to isolation when you're already numb
How natural is silence for those who are perpetually dumb
But in your rush to save a buck did you forget that some of us are still young?
And would we even still remember what that felt like by the time you are done?
Let me out
There's no substance left in our lives
That old romance has all but died
God, it feels like 9/11 now all over again
No runnin' from the noose in the end mate, why hold your breath?
It is you that fears death.
Death
|
||||
6. |
A Year's Silence
04:19
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like Punter, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp