[raw emotional stunted Australian male voice Spencer P Jones, Dave McComb, 1974 imperfect, Aussie accent, ft spooky steel guitar distant licks] How to cook a stue alone, 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 Hard word stor wire bug 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 a she needs a k.o A .V.O where's Evie the day I stopped talking… polie tic ii shut up but I don't do Labor… (violent twisted unexpected heavy 1984 palm utted flick riff on a distorted electric, punk as fuck guitar) .... Harry use your hands and make a fist kwick drink it Couldn't guard the teeth hit I can't even kick not I since the bullbar hit me Lying down needing on the road, TKO on no not in Sukhumvit it was in South Brisbane paramedics with a pick come quick threw me in. K hole pit hospital report says he got wounded knee he mites be crazy could turn out too fried chicken in his head...well excuse me for limping Harry had his own hospital bed but by then I forgot to say ..I ahh uuergh words still escape me like a missed punch to the head fuck we could both be dead I hear you're still the first one to jumpin you sid you're swimming swimming in the great south ocean I can't see the beach from here I first got to open the curtains Harry some things are certain truth is some times short but long enough to linger truth is always curt but names don't hurt me not today anyway where's Evie truth is I am a mute til I get the truth i was on a holiday acting. galoot spent all my super truth is you're fried chicken apartment all said to me on holiday not buying $125 dollar packets of holiday cigarettes and I felt exposed naked like Harry when fishing Fraser then punched a guy out over a pump and truth is he could knock me out swiping FBook ex champz ex best friends with a flicked cigggey butt out the window by using just one of the perfect fingers. truth is he was right and the truth is always strong enough shit as it is and 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 truth is always quick duckz fuck hit long enough to linger long enough to linger (palm muted riff punk slowly back to acoustic but add an eerie pedal steel guitar luck until rest of song to mark the unexpected) B en Smith robert hait Howard our ex PM said with his tough voice wearing a bullet proof vest sticking out his pigeon shooting chest (naughty kid Choir) take down your guns I know I am a bit wreck loose your like Scotch rye and an e how have a P.J. VB, JD I might be still as I am I might always a bitch wrecked loose you like Scott on hand advantage my place to far away my place too far away Digging the pit you said dig initials in the tree commenherband say burke and wills can go and die at theroots cause they also a bit stewd pigs we used to hunt fixes you never had an itchy trigger point aim and bangbhit me with your words and now here are mine go swim a Russian sub beneath a boring brick and I will just sit don't be such hard words me lectured by hez already she said pack your bags get ready get the fuck out of the house family ripped like ripper jeans 76 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 psyho and I need Harry to now use their hands to make fists and hit the system in the head with the surgical precision you were blessed with and let the Rushn sub sinking Atlantic burke and wills to leave a fucked house to my kids they r doing fine without me I will leave you my hard boiled words and some blood the same bloody middle finger truth is always long enough to linger truth hurts me I love lovey dove shoot a duck I m not goin be big girlie I fuckhate loving ya guts initials in three houses need kids doing naughty things forever is how I remember my life and I am not growing up get fucked and go and catch a river fish cod oh god not saying his name this time good luck don miss the bus this is the truth from flying cocoo over duck shoot coming Home soon get redheads, red stripes black hoodies I am going to get. a pick pure Breva in a black binny you got one for the machetes see ya mate Thursday afternoon madman flying over soon Coming home over soon to be conquered English ocean waters boarders as long as they take me off this state heavy ridiculous, mental health act orders
