.Track 2: Garbage Bags of Cash (The Great Bookie Robbery) [Intro - Cash Counting Machine FX, Heavy Footsteps, Plastic Bag Rustling, Machine Gun Cocking Sound, Spoken Monologue] (Spoken - thick Aussie accent, fast, raspy & aggressive) "Richmond, Melbourne. Easter Monday, 1986. Sixty bookmakers counting up the weekend race cash in a backroom. Six guys with automatic rifles walked through the door with black trash bags. Sixteen million dollars cash... gone in twelve minutes." [Verse 1 - Heavy Boom-Bap Kick, Dark Pulsing Bass, Crisp Snares] Easter Monday afternoon on Victoria Street, Heavy boots stomping with a calculated beat. Six guys in overalls, face behind the mask, Executing clean the ultimate underworld task. Rushing through the bookmaker counting room hall, Putting sixty illegal movers up against the wall. Rifles in the air, keeping everybody still, Taking every note from the weekend race till. Sixteen million dollars in unregistered bills, Loading up the plastic bags for the heavy thrills. No shots fired, not a single drop of blood, Leaving Victoria Street in a silent dust flood. [Pre-Chorus - Sharp Brass Hits & Heavy Scratches] (Scratch: "Sixteen million... trash bags... Easter Monday!") From the bookmaker vault to the getaway van, The cleanest heist running in the Southern land! [Chorus - Explosive Underground Boom-Bap Beat, Driving Bass, Raw Vocals] GARBAGE BAGS OF CASH ON VICTORIA STREET! The biggest bookie robbery the country would meet! Sixteen million dollars in the back of the truck, Leaving every bookmaker out of their luck! Yeah, THE FLEMINGTON CREW IN THE MASK AND GLOVES! (Scratch: "No witnesses... street code... zero convictions...") Executing the heist that the underworld loves! [Verse 2 - Fast Calculated Delivery, Ticking Hi-Hats, Deep Bass Thump] Detectives on the scene, asking for the names, Bookmakers silent in their illegal games. Not a single statement, not a single word dropped, The entire investigation instantly stopped. Underworld warfare starting up the street, Every main suspect ending under white sheet. One by one hit in the Melbourne turf fight, Taking all the secrets straight into the night. Never found the cash, never locked up the crew, The ultimate heist that the city ever knew. [Chorus - Explosive Underground Boom-Bap Beat, Driving Bass, Raw Vocals] GARBAGE BAGS OF CASH ON VICTORIA STREET! The biggest bookie robbery the country would meet! Sixteen million dollars in the back of the truck, Leaving every bookmaker out of their luck! Yeah, THE FLEMINGTON CREW IN THE MASK AND GLOVES! (Scratch: "No witnesses... street code... zero convictions...") Executing the heist that the underworld loves! [Bridge - Stripped Back Bass, Heavy Rain, Gunshot FX] (Spoken - quiet, icy, deadpan) "Omertà. The bookies kept quiet. The robbers got hit one by one on the street. The money? Never seen again." [Chorus - Explosive Underground Boom-Bap Beat, Driving Bass, Raw Vocals] GARBAGE BAGS OF CASH ON VICTORIA STREET! The biggest bookie robbery the country would meet! Sixteen million dollars in the back of the truck, Leaving every bookmaker out of their luck! Yeah, THE FLEMINGTON CREW IN THE MASK AND GLOVES! (Scratch: "No witnesses... street code... zero convictions...") Executing the heist that the underworld loves! [Outro - Synth Bass Fades, Sirens Distance, Abrupt Tape-Stop Finish] (Spoken - calm, cold, deadpan) "No charges laid. Case closed forever." (Subtle vinyl scratch, sudden abrupt tape-stop finish)
