Good one dick head Motherfucker take my flesh Or take my bones and smoke em like a cigarette Take my soul, pack a bowl, light it up and breath me in I’m gunna fuck with you for a change from within Where there’s a will there’s a fucking way So fuck you, fuck off, nah cunt not today You’re high and mighty Well I’m a pissed piss ant And that’s what drives us to prove you fucken wrong fuckhead Will walk the dark roads an click clack and unload So fuck your test will teach you this Come on!!!!!! Where there’s a will there’s a fucking way So fuck you, fuck off, nah cunt not today Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name I came to this bush lookin for a fucken fist fight Thy kingdom come. Where are you cunt? ...Where are ya? Come on!!!!!!!!!! Put put em up cunt, put em up cunt Put put em up cunt, put em up cunt Put put em up cunt, put em up cunt Put put em up cunt, put em up cunt Where there’s a will there’s a fucking way So fuck you, fuck off, nah cunt not today You really thought you got us ay Fuck you, fuck off, we will find a way You really thought you got us ay Fuck you, fuck off, nah cunt not today Nah cunt not today We will find a way Put put em up cunt, put em up cunt Put put em up cunt, put em up cunt Put put em up cunt, put em up cunt Put put em up cunt, put em up cunt We will find a way

They’ll strip ya talent like the paint off a Valiant There is nothing valiant than gettin people’s hopes and dreams and fucking it These cunts see you as revenue Work your arse off then they’ll fucking take a shit on you They’ll ride you like a filly in the fifth at Flemington Now you’re having smoko with codeine and a lamington These fuckers are in it to win it So don’t think for a minute they won’t tear up your contract and bin it Who’s gonna pay back your debt You rented a Hi-ace, this cunt owns a Corvette Flip you like two up Like your pockets spewed up Stanley Knife what’s the range? I’ve got this bloodsucker in my sight I can smell him on the wind the scent is strong Armani and panic Fuck around in the bush you get bitten Fuck around in the scrub you get stung The leeches are out to feed We are the salt on you cunts Dinners with hob knobs to give you a sell Come home from a tour you can’t feed yourself (what the fuck) Everyone seems to make money but the band Now you’re screeding concrete and it’s cash in hand Ya thinking about what went wrong While some talentless pig gets his arse licked in Hong Kong Exploit you because you’re creative No wonder you’re jaded Fuck around in the bush you get bitten. Fuck around in the scrub you get stung The leeches are out to feed We are the salt on you cunts Fuck around in the bush you get bitten. Fuck around in the scrub you get stung The leeches are out to feed We are the salt on you cunts We are the salt on you cunts Your BMW doesn’t mean fuck all out here Your suit is torn and your face is gripped with fear Righto pinecone I see him He’s right through those trees there mate Take the shot Take the shot Take the fucking shot Take the shot Orr Fucken got him ay Calm down mate it’s almost over Stanley knife got the blade for the ones you fucked over And stood over for the cash in the clout Reckon it’s fucken time that you feed us now Fuck around in the bush you get bitten Fuck around in the scrub you get stung The leeches are out to feed We are the salt on you cunts Fuck around in the bush you get bitten Fuck around in the scrub you get stung Now it’s our time to feed We are the salt on you cunts Hey Stanley knife chuck us some of that rich fatty backstrap Here ya go Tastes Fucken good ay Fuck yer Don’t need no salt though Cause we are the fucken salt Orrr I’m fucken full as a goog ay Might need a lie down

She’s fucken smokin with big young tits She’ll tear these motherfuckin’ blokes to bits Take you out by the bin and let ya fuck her from the back Then she’ll make a coin purse outta ya ball sack She’s cutting dickhead’s dick heads off The outback nightmare can’t be stopped She looks bloody good when she comes your way 3 hours later you’re a fucken meat tray She’s deep in the bush, but there’s no bush to be found She’s cutting cockhead’s cock heads off The outback nightmare won’t fuck off Don’t go fishin’ with this bitch She’ll knock you out cold and leave you in the mud Stick a tallie up your arse and cover drive the cunt Her tits are magic, they’ll make you disappear You won’t understand if you’re not from here She’s cutting fuckhead’s fucken heads off It’s Linda Brown and she’s gotta get off Don’t go piggin’ with this bitch Mad cunts try to get in her mad cunt Bloke’s fucken die when they’re dying to fuck She chopped this drunk cunt up then sang - Butchered with a Boomerang She’ll bleed ya fucken dry like ya fourbie’s sump She’ll suck ya dick like a yabbie pump It’s all good ‘till ya lose ya wang Butchered with a boomerang Yeah it’s all good, ‘till ya fucken Butchered with a Boomerang You dumb cunt, you got fucken Butchered with a Boomerang Ya see, the thing about her boomerang - it always comes back ay But the blokes she meets in these outback pubs - they never fucken come back She’s a fast machine, she keeps her pooner clean If you don’t make her cum, she’ll cut out your spleen Shout her a drink, she flashes her vag Just another fucken dick in her bag - dick in her bag She’ll ask you to blow on her face Then she’ll blow your fucken face off You probably should have stuck to pogs She skinned you alive and made some togs She’s cutting arsehole’s arseholes off Got no fucken idea how ya do that! She’s here to stay and she won’t fuck off The Outback Nightmare Linda Brown, she won’t stop! Mad cunts try to get in her mad cunt Bloke’s fucken die when they’re dying to fuck She’s chopped this druck cunt up then sang - Butchered with a Boomerang She’ll bleed ya fucken dry like ya fourbie’s sump She’ll suck ya dick like a yabbie pump It’s all good ‘till ya lose ya wang Butchered with a boomerang Yeah it’s all good, ‘till ya fucken Butchered with a Boomerang You dumb cunt, you got fucken Butchered with a Boomerang

The hardest concrete cracks, the toughest cunt could lose a fight Feed the mutt with bullshit and the motherfucker’s bound to bite And you think you’re to blame, ashamed of yourself There’s so many other people out there going through hell The walls are closing in, you’ve drunk a box of tins You’ve just gone 5 rounds with your next door neighbour’s wheelie bin Your shit is going south, you took too many knocks But it’s all just for nothin if you’re dead in a box, so... Take the black dog out the back and fucken shoot the cunt Rise up, stand tall, and don’t feed the mutt Take the black dog out the back and fucken shoot the cunt You’ve got so much more life to live, you don’t need the mutt You fucken hate your job, and shit is getting tight The kids are needing stuff for school, you’ve got to make it right Fights that last for days, make up sex a thing of the past Waitin for the next bill to come along and fist your arse But you can make it right, just fucken back yourself Tell all those people in your way to go and fuck themselves And keep on pushing forward, and fucken engage You can fucken do it, can you hear what I say, so... Take the black dog out the back and fucken shoot the cunt Rise up, stand tall, and don’t feed the mutt Take the black dog out the back and fucken shoot the cunt You’ve got so much more life to live, you don’t need the mutt Don’t feed the dog that bites your hand You’re not the only one But you’re the only one who can change your situation So get the fuck up now And find a way to beat the piss out of this somehow You’re gonna swim, not sink You’re not gonna fucken drown! You’re not! I’m not gonna fucken drown Fuck no! You’re not gonna fucken drown! You’re not! We’re not gonna fucken drown We will not fucken drown! Fuck no! So, take the black dog out the back and fucken shoot the cunt Rise up, stand tall, and don’t feed the mutt Take the black dog out the back and fucken shoot the cunt You’ve got so much more life to live, you don’t need the mutt Go on ya mangy fucken cunt Get the fuck out of here No fucken food here for you ya filthy mutt Go on, fuck off home If I catch you around here again I’ll blow ya fucken head off Don’t fucken come back FUCK OFF! Bring on the future, you’re gettin stronger Bring on the hardships, you’ll crush it with both fists Bring on the fuck ups, you’ll decimate these cunts Dickheads and landmines, fuck em it’s your time! Fuck em, it’s your time! I said fuck em, it’s your time! Fuck em, it’s your time! I said fuck em, it’s your time!

He’s on the road to a country show To have a fucken go at a rodeo He hands Gemima to Migoumi “I’m gonna win this shit, you hear me?” The bull’s name is ‘Cuntsaw’ The crowd gets blind and screams fo more The gate gets pulled, it’s time to go Borry at the motherfuckin rodeo The bar had so much time, they changed kegs “What you gonna do ya fucken steak with legs?” Borry jumps off Cuntsaw He holds the trophy high but the bull wants more He charges at Borry and lowers his head The Fist of Eureka’s eyes go red Around the rodeo you can’t hear a sound Borry picks up Cuntsaw and spear tackles him Into the ground Migoumi grabs his butcher shit from the truck He breaks down the beast and throws out the best cuts HE IS THE SICKEST CUNT EVER BORRY IS THE SICKEST CUNT EVER “Hey girls, how ya goin? Did you get enough meat?” “Haha that’s not the fucken meat we want.” “Oh, yeah nah, righto. Hey Migoumi, do you want to play ‘Who’s Pouch Is It?’ with these two bush sheilas?” “Oh fuck yeah Mr Borry.” The crowd cheers “FUCKEN BORRY” as he leaves the town He licks some cane toad poison off Migoumi’s tits He’s Sydney Harbour bound The angry cyclists and motorists gather on the bridge Borry punched 8 cones from his bong didge Will Crushring steps up to him “It’s time to go” Borry still trippin fucken balls from that cane toad HE IS THE SICKEST CUNT EVER BORRY IS THE SICKEST CUNT EVER Borry gets to his feet and sees Migoumi lying lifeless He’s fucken devoed He realises the cyclists are way fitter than the motorists He’s got no choice but to jump With the grace of a sugar glider His ball sack skin saved his life In the depths of the harbour Borry hits his scone on a WWII Japanese sub He climbs inside and gets the cunt goin with his diesel mechanic skills He loads the torpedo tubes, and aims it at the bridge Right at those spandex suss cunts! HE IS THE SICKEST CUNT EVER - Farkin oath! BORRY IS THE SICKEST CUNT EVER HE IS THE SICKEST CUNT EVER - Fuck yeah! BORRY IS THE SICKEST CUNT EVER Borry pulls out a big spliff he’s been hiding in his fucken beard And drives the sub slowly out of the harbour DON’T FUCK WITH THE FIST OF EUREKA DON’T FUCK WITH THE FIST OF EUREKA DON’T FUCK WITH THE FIST OF EUREKA DON’T FUCK WITH THE FIST OF EUREKA Fucken Borry!

On a humid Queensland summer night under the Southern Cross The diesel train obeys the red light piercing though the fog The drivers rack a line of coke and get to talken dirty The cargo bound for Melbourne Zoo the time just past three thirty Creatures of all types big and small stolen from the bush Soon they’ll be on display for heaps of cunts to have a look Suddenly the Southern Cross seemed to boil in the sky It turned blood red the drivers can’t believe their fucken eyes Three beams of light blasted down like a rum and coke shit It shook the ground around the train and carried on like a fuckwit The train was hit harder than a backpacker’s pussy on a boat with Alby Mangels The air became dense with the logical smell of triangles An hour passed, the drivers woke and stumbled to their feet All around them out of the darkness red eyes and gnashing teeth A quick glance down the train line all the carriages are torn apart The giant shadows rose over them one driver had a fucking shart He turned his head torch on “I knew this run was cursed” Then a sixteen foot tall platypus ate him arsehole first The other driver shit himself and tried to fucken run But he found himself pinned to the cab by a nine hundred kilo blue tongue Cheer up cunt fucker we’ll let ya live if ya take us to the place where there’s the most cunts in Australia Ok mate, most of us are in Melbourne that’s where we’re fucking going Well let’s get going or I’ll use you to give me mate echidna here a back rub The driver pushed forward though the night He thought he’d lost his mind He top shelved seven No-Dozes (up his arse) and hurtled down the line The train arrived at Flinders Street early in the morning The city of Melbourne was about to change forever without a fucken warning People drank their skinny lattes and spoke of emotional pain While the mutant outback animals broke the fuck out of that train A giant wombat ate a lawyer vaping on the corner A flock of cycling hipsters brang a salty to the slaughter The Melbourne streets flowed with blood the city overrun The outback monsters were diverse they were eatin fucking everyone A twenty foot tall kangaroo put a barista in her pouch Then smashed a window and punched a feminist writing a blog on her couch The outback military arrived and the war had just begun Orders were given by General Micko “the mad cunt” Maddison The diggers fought their hearts out many lives were lost But they couldn’t pin these fuckers down This was Straya’s holocaust Micko “the mad cunt” Maddison got PM Poon on the blower “Davo, we better do something before these fuckers fuck us over” “Fuck mate I reckon we’ve got a weapon that might just save our town. We’ve had it lying dormant under the Melbourne Fucken Cricket Ground. But we need someone to drive it, or Austraya will be sorry” “Are you thinkin who I’m thinkin” “Yeah, fucken BORRY!” Flame Angels got the call “Borry get here quick!” He had a T bone steak and packed up his dick He fanged he truck through the chaos crushing victim’s bones He made it there in no time and still punched fifteen cones The Melbourne Cricket Ground opened up and it rose from its den Borry took one look at it “Fuck me! It’s rise of the red claw. Again!” A semi pumped liqud meth into the seventy story high mud crab Borry sat on a milk crate and drank a slab Then he grabbed Gemima and jumped on red claw’s back He shot two holes in the crab’s thick shell and anchored with his ball sack Then off they went through the streets gettin it fucking done Killing all the outback monsters all of them but one A sixty foot koala pissed in red claw’s mouth Borry’s ball bag lost its grip and he tumbled to the ground The koala lined up Borry and went to piss with all its might But then red claw unleashed a giant crab shit and set the stink bear alight Borry looked up at red claw “Cheers cunt. Go back to Darwin and pop in the mud.” Red claw walked into the sunset as the Melbourne people cheered Borry got back in his truck farted twice and twisted off a long beer The city off Melbourne was rebuilt and the people came together And from that day on Straya will never forget THE SICKEST CUNT EVER!

The night is dark and full of cunts You hear the whispering of sluts You know you want it know you want it know you want it Your pockets start to pucker up You’ve got one life now fuck it up You say you’ll never get tricked again But you will You will still, what the fuck is the deal? Motherfucker ate that vag like a meal You know that chick tastes like a seal This is real fucking Neil Wind you up like a fishing reel x3 You know you want to know you want it Oy she’s fucken lookin at you ay Orrr nah nah fuck that Hey mate you’re fucken on here Orr I don’t know, ya know what? Fuck it How ya going darling Her father the cunt of cunts Sent her to destroy your life She’ll drain your balls And bleed you dry Now fuck the home fuck the car Fuck the girl fake tits in her bra Blown up bitch she looks like a duck Is that what men these days want to fuck Fuck this job selling lies Fuck this suit and fuck this tie Now you got it now you got it now you got it Ya fucken slog box Now you got it now you got it

I heard from up top this one’s gonna be a piece of piss Yeah copy, fucken wannabe after the last one Settle down cunt in two weeks time I reckon you’ll be sitting in that stream at Borumba Deer Park necking long beers with your missus Fuck yeah can’t wait I reckon I’m gonna buy a dog ay Oh yeah what sort ya thinkin? A fucken bull terrier. And I’m gonna call it “footy head” Orrr fuck ya just make sure ya say gday to ya wife’s tits for me Orr I’ll try but It might be a bit mumbled ya fuckwit Roger that TSK333 target twelve hundred meters north PCT305 I’m just gonna slow this bitch up and go down and take a fucken look Take her down two hundred Copy that. They’ve got a big arty rig on the ridge line. What colours are they showing? None mate arming PCT305 closing in to eight hundred meters TSK333 what the fuck was that Where the fuck did that come from? Light em up Got em Good hit good hit good hit Arhhh we got another one right underneath us You’re fucken joking? TSK333 we are engaging hostiles Can they fucking hear us, what’s going on? Orrr coms are fucked mate I thought you said this one was gonna be a fucken piece of piss Calm ya farm cunt just take us northwest and we’ll try to get out of this valley PCT305 heading northwest trying to get us outta this fucking barbecue It’s all good mate we’re going home Arrh yer wait wait wait you fucken see that RPG inbound RPG Brace for impact! Orr you fucken cunt Hold on mate TSK333 we are hit and going down Arrh fuck it mate I had a fucken dog to buy Well it’s been good working with ya Cheers mate, looks like it’s time to knock off

Don’t think, don’t speak Unless virtue is what you need Don’t question, don’t answer Just pray to hypocrisy Don’t stand up, don’t fight Someone will have a fucken cry Just make sense of nonsense That’s how you’ll survive Stop killing the fun and get a real job you new age bum Love and peace to be sold But you don’t mind fucken getting the dole It’s pretty easy to live your life with no responsibilities And push views on people that are out working While you sit around and do fuck all Orr right you’re a fucken gunna? You’re gunna do this, you’re gunna do that? You’re doing fuck all You’re doing fuck all Spare a thought for the tradies in the trenches And you’re gonna tell me there is ninety one genders You want me to eat plant based food Gary in the pozzy’s not even as fat as you So apparently I can’t say shit Fuck off ya poofter cunt suck a cane farmer’s dick Sorry that hurt? Part of the job Not that you know what that is Stop killing the fun and get a real job you new age bum Love and peace to be sold But you don’t mind fucken getting the dole I bet Sally the painter is fucking stoked you take all her tax money While you’re sitting around getting high and preaching feminism While she works her fucken arse off This is reality You know you’re fucken lazy Orr yer I’m filled with sin Fucken easy when you don’t chip in We’re only human We will find a way to get along And we’re just human We will find a fucking way to carry on We’re only human We will find a way to get along And we’re just human We will find a fucking way to carry on Yeah right so words hurt ay? Ok what hurts more? Getting called a name? Or losing someone you love? Maybe it’s not about what you say Maybe it’s about what you do I’m sick of this rubbish And what your reality is You can scream and shout But guess what cunt? It’s fucken bin night And we are taking you out! So think and speak If freedom is what you need Always question and answer If that’s what you believe Stand up for yourself and fight Fuck those cunts that have a cry Don’t tell me what I can and can’t say Fuck yeah it’s bin night ay We’re taking you out Orr fuck these fucken bins are full We’re taking you out

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It’s been going on for weeks I swear this time she’ll play for keeps I feel it like the tone I’d rather live my life alone I’d rather live my life alone I don’t forget words a simple way to make me Understand Understand I don’t forget words a simple way to make me Understand Understand It’s been going on for years Oh and I think you know I’ve shed my blood my sweat and my fucking fears Oh and I think I know I feel it like the tone Fuck it I think we know I’d rather live my life alone I’d rather live my life alone I don’t forget words a simple way to make me Understand Understand I don’t forget words a simple way to make me Understand Understand Fuck it Did you hope to find the lock inside The key to your disguise Stop trying to haunt me and you will see You’ll see what I have done I don’t forget words a simple way to make me Understand Understand Fuck it I think I know I don’t forget words a simple way to make me Understand Understand I shared my blood and my fucking sweat and my fucking fears I still don’t fucken understand what the fuck you want from me I still don’t understand What the fuck do you want from me? Really what the fuck do you want? What the fuck do you want from me? What do you want? What the fuck! Fuck this shit! Fuck up Fuck up Fuck up Fuck up Fuck up Fuck up Fuck up

A lifetime of toil just to get by Just another piece of timber chucked on the fire Burnt for anothers gain Always waiting for the rain Decisions conducted by fear Gotta get the fuck out of here Somewhere along the line all hope was lost And the family would pay the cost In the blink of an eye the shadows take them Where do they go? In the end did it all mean something How do we know? Day by day the road forward begins to veer Stay the course stick to your guns at least for one more year Still tough on the outside the shadows creep in Thank fuck for beer The home front is a civil war Making working hours ever long The drink becomes a heavy shield But the mind becomes a minefield In the blink of an eye the shadows take them Where do they go? In the end did it all mean something How do we know? Just waiting for the rain to come In the blink of an eye the shadows take them Where do they go? In the end did it all mean something How do we know? When it’s all said and done Was it all in vain? Burnt for another’s gain Or was it just another piece of timber chucked on the fire Waiting for the rain? Let the rain come down Let the rain come down Rain ya cunt

They were just two kids from a small town walking home from school He felt her hand, he knows she likes breaking the rules What does he do? She’s got a look of fear in her eyes though She keeps looking down the road Her hand leaves his and there’s a rumble in the distance She’s going home But fuck knows what she’s going home to The engine drones And she gets in the fucking car And through the window her sad brown eyes stare his fucken soul down And she wishes that she could stay with him for ever Barry stays awake at night While Shelley’s tears reflect the moonlight He’s only young but there’s gotta be a way to get her away From the blue EH He’s only young but there’s gotta be a way to get her away From the blue EH Years went by and Barry lost touch Apparently life had offered too much Running a job on doing fucken well He barely ever thought of Shell Till one night he was having a beer with his mates at the Bunbury RSL (aahhh your turn on karaoke cunt) That night his life would change forever Baz was fucking maggot and he got off stage after singing karaoke As he skulled is schooner a girl got up on stage and sung a familiar song He couldn’t believe it and his eyes brimmed up like a fucken well He slammed down his Schooner Your fucken kidding me cunt it’s fucken Shell Barry and Shelley pissed up through the night Drank up smoked up till daylight They made it to the Back Beach In a drunken haze they reminisced Back in the day Baz whipped it out and tried to crack a fat “Fuck come on!” Shelley pissed herself laughing and said “Do you really fuck with that?” And from that morning on they would never leave each other’s side Baz had done his nuts and he was all in and Shelley was down to fucken ride Their love burned like the hottest bushfire ever And there was no time to waste They packed their shit up and explored the sunburnt land In Shelley’s blue EH But Bazza’s job went to shit Money was tight Shell’s over it This world had sucked out the fun Till Shelley bought a 12 gauge shotgun “Fucken hell Shell!” And that’s when shit got real Six years of robbing banks together Blue EH filled with guns and shit whatever “We are heading to ANZ Bunbury hun.” “Yeah darl this is the one.” But Shell starts shooten every cunt Baz says “Sweetheart what have you done?” Shelley’s brown eyes stare his soul down As the sirens sound “Righto darling looks like we’re heading home then.” “Yer yer it looks like it sweetheart.” “Don’t look back down that road Shell.” “You’re not alone babe, and we’re together.” “I luv ya Barry.” “I love you too Shelley.” “Fuck that blue EH.”

We won’t become a victim We won’t become what you have made I will destroy this prison We come together under the blue and white Cross in our sky heads held up high Stand side-by-side This is our time To take away the powers that be I’d do just anything to be free You won’t know what you’ve got till its gone We come together under the blue and white Cross in our sky heads held up high Stand side-by-side This is our time Cross in our sky heads held up high Stand side-by-side This is our time Cause I won’t Stand here listening To this shit no common ground You’ve come undone Our time is now We come together under the blue and white Cross in our sky heads held up high Stand side-by-side This is our time Fuck yeah Cross in our sky heads held up high Stand side-by-side This is our time This is our time No regrets Don’t let this pass you by Don’t let this pass you by Such is life