: overnight trucks in convoy big red cross on the side and the back escorted by two junior officers on the offchance they'd be attacked on a private
: He was born in Asia Minor Colonized Jewish man His dad a carpenter This was occupied land Apprentice to his fathers trade His country paid its duesTo
: I knew this girl who was drowning talented and pseudo She was bound to computers just to make her bread She would keep her head down though her feelings
: '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
: Don?t worry ma?am you child?s going to be just fine Nothing more than a bruise and a scratch - but you know that happens all the time Just like he?
: OPENING: Did you order the chips? No, I ordered the scallops. What, no chips? No, just scallop burgers. How long did she say? Ten minutes or so. Ten
: It's not as if you didn't get the warning You got the transcripts and recordings History has a way of signing us up in the morning But you're a late
: Lost in deep cover "Dear John," said his lover's last letter Emptied a full clip to feel better Slipped a rung on Jacob's ladder Desert boot camp deserter
: You smile to yourself as you ride past the panel beaters New piece since last night, early morning on the bike 8 hours in the shop most days of the
: I get up and look at the clock Stumble out, check my teeth to see if they've rot Brush em now, looking out for the hair of the dog Hunt em down, on
: (Cheers) Well I'm left sitting here staring into a beer shaking my head at the same ol' loathing and fear Stranger in my own land, can't understand
: We pulled in that town by the bypass That you drive past without a second glance She's had her last dance Yeah we took our chance on a street about
: Dear overseer, It's ages since you graced my pages, But this shit goes in stages, How the machine rages, I've got a spanner for your works, Whole patches
: I hear the oldies harking back to the old days Work hard, respect your elders and the old ways My grandma tells me about the war and her old mates
: We danced like new years eve, we, We danced from sheer relief, whoa oh Everything must change The people that you projected as ? Were nothing of the
sport Sport could never be bought in this circumstance Unlike ghetto street clothes or urban dance Turn up your clock radios to nightmare awakening Crank the beat, enhance the de-stabling The Herd
: "My dearest Grandma" was the way he always started the letter, it wasn't the only occasion he wrote to keep it together, "Thank you for the birthday
And while you barrack for our Peter Garrett stances and out of habit parrot all the proper answers Indignant standards, chantin', signifying what's wrong and then The Herd
