Updated Suno prompt: Title: Harry Butler Built a House Alone [Verse, raw emotional gritty Australian male voice like Paul Kelly, imperfect not polished, thick Aussie accent, no autotune, prominent desolate Triffids pedal steel] How to make a fried chicken hollow Harry Butler with your perfect hands Blood brother in Logan P2 Ward, forced poison, sat on by heavies [Extended Clothesline Chorus - emotional, raw cheeky Australian naughty boy children's choir thick accents, imperfect harmonies] Harry build me a beautiful house and we shall share the bounty Hills Hoist swinging full with our dirty laundry, tree-house your hands built high Harry made the drains here after the flood, flew 2500 kms to help Hardware store dust, nobody helping, road to hell with good intentions 98 year suppression, no charge, Evie mystery, nightly itch, blood brothers Raw brutal truth, hanging by a thread, share the bounty [Bridge over extended Triffids steel desolation] Gards war words e…he she needs a k. o courts corrupt… no politics to talk but I don't do Labor… (violent twisted unexpected heavy 1984 palm muted flick riff on a distorted electric guitar) .... Harry use your hands and make a fist felt like he punched me fell down panting, KKO on no not in Sukhumvit at least I am not drinking I could but I want fried chicken instead...Harry hit me with his words like a punch to the head truth is some times short but long enough to linger truth is always truth when it's said to me in holiday not buying 125 dollar packet of holiday cigarettes and I felt exposed he could have knocked me out with a flicked ciggey butt out the window by using just one of the perfect fingers. truth is he was right and the truth is we both get the same kind of restless, both of us got different hands mine are shaky yours are measured we got the same bloody middle finger (back to acoustic but add an eerie pedal steel guitar luck until rest of song to mark the unexpected) Howard said with his mean voice while wearing a bullet proof vest take down your guns I know I am reck luse your like Scott rye an e how have a P.J. VB, JD I won't be no wreck loose you like Scott on hand advantage my place to far away my place too far away initials in the tree don't be such hard words me lectured by hez already said pack your bags get ready I might always be a bit reckless sometimes I need protection give the bombers one your lectures Let me be just a little bit wrecked less I am trying to keep my house in order but I can't get a drawer to sorted letter from your brother care of psychos psy-ops and I need Harry to now use his hands and make fists and hit the system in the fucking head with surgical precision you were blessed with let the Rush on sub stay beneath the surface burke and wills go and dig 4 fairy dust initials in a treehouse for kids who never had an Dad or an uncle Murray
