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Born Gave Up
04:59
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I can’t remember, it’s been too long
How it was before it all went wrong
My life wasn’t always a sad song
But I can’t remember, it’s been too long
Born gave up, got to lose it all
Born gave up, just watch me fall
Under runnethed cup, never fill it up
Born gave up
My whole life’s been a waste
All the good memories are now erased
Did you miss the start of the race
My whole life’s been a waste
Born gave up, got to lose it all
Born gave up, just watch me fall
Under runnethed cup, never fill it up
Born gave up
Been this way since I was in the womb
Still the first loser in an empty room
Every day fills anew with impending doom
Been this way since I was in the womb
Born gave up, got to lose it all
Born gave up, just watch me fall
Under runnethed cup, never fill it up
Born gave up
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2. |
Early In The Morning
04:03
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Early in the morning, gotta get ready for the day
Gotta find something to wear, find something to say
Whoah, early in the morning gotta get ready for the day
My mind is wavering by the middle of the day
Gotta find a brand new way, keep me motivated
Whoah, my mind is wavering by the middle of the day
My body is broken at the end of every day
How did I wind up here, wind up in this state?
Whoah, my body is broken at the end of every day
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3. |
Sky Is Falling
04:11
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Every generation thinks their sky is falling
There’s just so much information that I’m drowning in it
Every piece of evidence just moves me closer to doubt
And I’m losing my confidence to work it out
Every thing that I see tells me that we got it wrong
Every thing that I read suggests we don’t have long
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the fish left in the sea
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the land left for sowing seed
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the water needed for drinking
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the little bit of air that we need for breathing
Maybe that’s alarmist, just a touch paranoid
Maybe everybody should just lean into the void
Maybe a little apathy, you know, is just what the doctor ordered
Just forget about you and me and all the slaughtered things
Maybe I was right though, you know, when I was child
About not paving into night all of the wild places
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the fish left in the sea
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the land left for sowing seed
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the water needed for drinking
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the little bit of air that we need for breathing
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the fish left in the sea
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the land left for sowing seed
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the water needed for drinking
I’m not the kind of man to gamble all the little bit of air that we need for breathing
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4. |
Blue's Blues
04:48
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Yes on Saturday, said you’re coming on to my home
Yes on Saturday, said you’re coming on to my home
Well, the clock it hits midnight, still I’m sitting here on my own
Said you’re gunna to call me tonight sometime around nine
Said you’re gunna to call me tonight sometime around nine
Sitting here by the telephone, well, there ain’t no one on the line
Now she needs fifty dollars and I’ll have it back on Tuesday
Need fifty dollars and I’ll have it back by Tuesday
Well, I’m sitting here in the dark because my power bill’s unpaid
The way you’re treating me, baby, said it makes me wanna wander
The way you’re treating me, baby, said it makes me wanna wander
You don’t know what it’s like, the stress you’ve been putting me under
Yes on Saturday, said you’re coming on to my home
Yes on Saturday, said you’re coming on to my home
Well, don’t worry about it now, baby, yes
I’d rather just sit here on my own
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5. |
Now That's Living
03:14
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Shovelling rock all damn day
Boss on my back and I gotta get paid
Spent all my money on piss last night
Get another ticket, man, she’ll be right
Now that’s living
Yeah, that’s living hand to mouth
Got a new job that I did not want
So I get through the day with my headphones on
Spent my first wage on top shelf piss
They didn’t ask me back but I don’t miss it
Now that’s living
Yeah, that’s living hand to mouth
Spent all my money at the Retreat
Got nothing left so I hit the streets
Throw a hat down, blow some harp
Drop those dollars in the very next bar
Now that’s living
Yeah, that’s living hand to mouth
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6. |
Dogtooth Special
06:12
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7. |
My Name Rhymes With Beer
04:18
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Some people that I meet, well, they can’t, can’t say my name
Well, know what you’re trying to say but they can’t, can’t say my name
Some people that I meet, well, they can’t, can’t say my name
Have no fear just use your ears, I said
My name rhymes with beer
My name’s only got four letters, it’s not too long
But you would be surprised how many people get it wrong
My name’s only got four letters, well, it’s not too long
Have no fear just listen right here, I said
My name rhymes with beer
My name’s just a little bit strange, it’s not too bad
When people get it wrong, well, I don’t, I don’t get mad
My name’s just a little bit strange, well, it’s not too bad
Have no fear just use your ears, I said
My name rhymes with beer
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8. |
Laying Pipes
03:18
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Gotta lay those pipes down, baby, gotta lay ‘em down real low
Gotta lay those pipes down, baby, gotta lay ‘em down real low
‘Cos if the trench ain’t dug you know I’ll just sit here on my own
Gotta lay those pipes down, baby, gotta get that money in my hand
Gotta lay those pipes down, baby, gotta get that money in my hand
‘Cos I’m no welfare baby, you know that I’m not that kind of man
Gotta lay those pipes down, baby, gotta get that beer down my neck
Gotta lay those pipes down, baby, gotta get that whiskey down my neck
'Cos you know there’s nothing left to do in a world that’s gone to hell
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9. |
The Abyss
05:21
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Waiting down the bottom, waiting on my own
Waiting down the bottom, in the abyss
Waiting down the bottom, waiting there on my own
Some day I hope I get to go home
No one here but myself, no one here but me
No one here but myself down the bottom
No one here but myself, no one here but me
Some days I hope my mind will be free
Stare into the abyss, look right into the black
Stare into the abyss, no one there
Stare into the abyss, just look right into the black
Some days, well, the abyss stares back
Waiting down the bottom, waiting on my own
Waiting down the bottom, in the abyss
Waiting down the bottom, waiting on my own
Some days, well, we’ll all get to go home
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10. |
Lung
03:11
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Doggerel Melbourne, Australia
Doggerel burst from the kennel and onto the stage to flog their special brand of bung blues, roughhouse rock, and sundry sad tunes about drinking, dishonour, and death.
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