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Western Moan
01:58
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Today I woke up feeling out of sorts
Well nothing seemed to turn out just right
Well this ain't no third world problem
I just like to winge and moan
So don’t give me any kind of sympathy
Cause it ain't really all that bad
This ain't no third world problem
I just like to winge and moan
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2. |
Bladder
02:18
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Well I’m back on the hooch again
Like mothers milk in my veins x2
I only wish I'd said to you
I only wish I hadn't said to you
I only wish I'd said to you
I only wish I had
Well it’s been a while
Since you’ve crossed my lips
Back on the silver bladder
Of love
Your gonna take me
From behind
And leave me in the gutter
By the roadside.
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3. |
Mutton Man
02:14
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Let me be your mutton man
Clean the shit from your can
Let me be your mutton man
Let me be your mutton man
Change your sheets and bed pan
Let me be your mutton man
Medication time
Medication time
Medication time
No duty of care
Let me be your mutton man
Rubber gloves Vaseline hands
Let me be your mutton man
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4. |
Millers Saw
03:12
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Well sitting on the hill
Like an old goat
Head in my Hands
Hearts in my Head
Well twisted like a Handy cap
Strapped to the Millers bench
Waiting to divide
The profit from the lost
THE FINER DETAILS WERE LEFT
TILL IT WAS TO LATE
THE FINER DETAILS YOU LEFT
TILL IT WAS TO LATE
THE FINER DETAILS
THE FINER DETAILS
THE FINER DETAILS YOU LEFT
TILL IT WAS TO LATE
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5. |
Man Child
02:53
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Hoof under hide
Crawling on all fours
The man child’s yelling
And slamming doors
He’s carrying on
Like a wake of buzzards
Pushing his opinion
Down the mouths of others
He’s really a nice guy when he’s sober
But drunk ears won’t listen now its all over
Teething like a Man child
Reeling on the inside
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6. |
In Between The Dirt
02:26
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In between the dirt you’ll find
A place we can all call our own
A little piece of something
Something different and unknown
Where others fail to realize
What has been done is now done
You drink from an empty bottle
Your piss is diluted and dull
So I’m calling you out
I’m calling you out
I’m calling you out
I’m calling you on out
So move on over
Your time has been and gone
Like a dog you got no new tricks
Your rehash it’s making me sick
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Mutton Melbourne, Australia
Like an old bit of meat that brings a familiar kick to the bowels...
October 2013 - November 2016
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