in a tiny inner-city pub, the amps were being stacked
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leads were getting wound up, it was full of pissed anzacs
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got no more gigs for tuesday nights, said the barman to the star
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we're putting pokies in the lounge and strippers in the bar
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the star, he raised his fingers and said, "fuck this fuckin hole"
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but to his faithful roadie he says, it's the death of rock and roll
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there ain't a single place that's left to play amplified guitar
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every place is serving long blacks and become a become a tapist bar
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his dirty denim jacket was gaffered and turning black
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hair was missing on his forehead but it reached right down his back
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I don't blame that barman bastard he told his roadie, "hey, fuck no"
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I blame all those faggot wankers, who are playing this techno
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brothers couldn't work it out, get fucked, they can kiss my rotten ass
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work out what happened to real music, is what I'd like to ask
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everything is all machine, run with middy and ADATS,
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but all they do is go ping ping ping like a truck that's backing back
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who the fuck are the Chemical Brothers, that they now call the shots
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Goldies the name of the light beer, Elastica holds up socks
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the roady sat there silent next to the ejaculating star
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what's the fucken point of drum and bass, if no one can play guitar?
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CHORUS
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aussie, (aussie guitar)
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aussie, (aussie guitar)
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have you seen those fucken clubbers, with their peroxided dreds?
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dressed up in fucking adidas, like fucking fucked fuckheads
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I wouldn't drop a tab of E, if you fuckin' paid me man
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I got the guts for LSD, and the only jungle i know is 'Nam
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the roadie sat still silent, but then he finally began to speak
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actually star, I maybe shoulda told you this last week
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but i scored a job as DJ at the latest techno club
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i'm sick of working with a loser, see ya later Bob
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well the roadie owned the PA and the roadie owned the ute,
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the roadie told star to get out or he'd bash one up his shoot
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and there on that cold freeway, star walked along alone
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of course he got kicked out halfway between emergency telephones
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CHORUS
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aussie
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aussie, (aussie guitar)
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aussie, (aussie guitar)
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aussie, (aussie guitar)
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aussie, (aussie guitar)
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aussie, (what a man, what a man, what a man)
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"fuck ya's all", said star aloud in the emergency stopping lane
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to quote from that chick Juliet, hey what's in a name?
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a good song's just a good song, just the same as long ago
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but dress it up as something new and suddenly you're picasso
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every white bald pommy cunt, thinks that you're so hip
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read MNE from ten years ago and there's all the same dick-slip
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Prodigy are just the band who are getting it just this year
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rolling stones got no more cred than fucken New Idea
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Star's anguish voice calls in grief as he cryed unto the moon
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in the end when all is said and done, a tune's just a fuckin' tune
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star played his amp far too loud, his hearing was sorta gone
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so he never heard the grinding squeal as the truckie put the brakes on
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26 road train wheels, played a tune upon his head
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"he just wandered into the traffic", the distraught driver said
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the cops had seen it all before, the ambos washed the freeway clean
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there ain't no contest when you put a man against a machine
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aussie
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aussie (aussie guitar)
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aussie (aussie guitar)
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aussie (what a man, what a man, what a man)
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aussie
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aussie
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aussie, (aussie guitar)
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aussie,
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aussie,
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aussie, (it's a man against machine)
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The Last Australian Guitar Hero
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TISM |