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Artiste:
Herd, The
Titre:
Long Lunch
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'No one thinks in terms of human beings. Governments don't, why should we? They talk about the people and the proletariat, I talk about the suckers and the mugs' top dogs settled at Kirribilli house give me a can of kerosene and it get liberally doused miserable louts, you made my home a target of terrorists and you created wealth and we see you're not sharing it you'll be staring down the barrel of some pissed off youths if you hypocrites on fire they wouldn't piss on you they saw you and your cronies all wroughting the system so they wrought the dole and ask what's the fucking difference only a couple of million, not counting the super money then if you want less than 50G you're out of the loop like the rich who got the better tax accounts like the ones who made a molehill out of Packer's mounts so for 6 years counting i haven't paid a cent and if my HECS debt hit i couldn't pay the rent don't forget that these cunts got a free education are the same ones talking mutual obligation CHORUS: lay back and take the pay packet top dogs all play the same bracket long lunches, cars and hotels the boss don't know so don't tell x2 he rode the elevator to the seventh floor sweaty palms, collar tight, as he walked into the boardroom trying to look convincing in his ill-fitting suit he took the space before the panel for the job interview 'now how could you contribute?' the questions came he's only in it for the loot but he's still playing the game and telling them what they wanted to hear about how they advertised appointment was his dream career the office monkey, he got the job - grey petition, grey desk, grey suit, grey hair, great position great hustles he had the promos in the post after hours photocopying the flyers for shows long distance phone calls, international faxes but soon enough his actions caught his manager's eye written warning, last chance he was put on probation 'fine' fire me said, but think about the piss you taking when you REPEAT CHORUS 'frankly, I'm just about sick to death of it. There's no corruption story. I'm not going to step down, I'm not going to resign. There's nothing... there's nothing there. I'm not going to resign in any case.. over a good dead. There's no corruption there. it's simply an act of good faith.' look me in the eye and say you never saw it coming imaged by our good will hunting by any means nothing we stand and talk while my minimum wage keeps cutting you wedge me in and except to watch you keep cutting Dolph Lundgren mixed with Mr. Ricky Gervais you can consider this a tribute to the shit that you pay casual rates, evict us ... shutting the drapes lower the conditions no one ever feel for the place you can have your caviar man I'll keep my crumbs pay cheques and pay salaries and I'll manually add sums so bang your hand drum reproduction off shore But john will stop falls through cracks in the shop floor you all wanting me to be loyal to this chain, this bullshit name, pay me this short change? people have their revenge range you know what I'm saying we speak the same REPEAT CHORUS