Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003) by Frenzal Rhomb (보컬) on maniadb.com

Dont get a million bucks for getting out of bed
Dont get a million fucks when i punch folks in the head
But even if we know we never get a billboard top 10 hit.
Atleast we know russell crowe's bands a fuckin pile of shit.

dont get olympic athletes to my barbecue.
dont get extortion threats from the coffs harbour saloon.
but even if our pay checks may aswell as be conterfeit.
atleast we know russell crowe's bands a fuckin pile of shit.

If you're wonderin' what's been goin' on
If you think I've almost lost my mind

My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin' with the limericks and we're comin' strong
And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme
When it comes to keep it real, I keep it really wrong

At the risk of soundin' crass I would like to mention
That I am well aware of your wack intentions
To usurp my prose you so and so
It's my primary bone of contention

I tell you everybody I've had it
With all these people with static
I'll go insane, if it don't rain
Sucker MC's are problematic

I love it when you hit those switches
A curve ball's what my pitch is
So here we here we come
Like dum ditty dum
I keep all five boroughs in stitches
You're right man

The sound, sounds sweeter through the echolex
It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex
Until you feel no pain inside your brain
All your worries are soothed by the sound effects

You, read it in the Post and the Daily News
Listen everybody let's show improve
Don't let me begin about heroin
Livin' six feet deep just ain't the move

We're givin' you soul power
I like it sweet and sour
When it comes to rhymes and beat designs
I'm at the control tower

Tell me what makes you so afraid
Of all these people you say you hate
Just give it one time for your mind
And let's try to negotiate
Let's try to negotiate
Let's try to negotiate

If you're wonderin' what's been goin' on
If you think I've almost lost my mind
That you think I've almost lost my mind

Morning. Wake up and smell
All the breakfast foods that are an offer.
But no one prepared us for what's on the menu.
I've never tried this before.
If this is the breakfast of champions.
I don't wanna be an athlete.
Gastro-testicular bad combination,
At least they're not serving it raw.

Cooking with balls, who would of thought
It could be so normal. Now we know
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef.

Come in, sit down, please be assured
That you won't find a bad ball here.
Culled straight from the rocky mountains
The difference between a bull and a steer.

Cooking with balls, who would of thought
It could be so normal. Now we know
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef

The band has stopped the night is young...
This bar is closed but there'll be more to come...
She whispered softly. "I don't wanna be alone...
Can me and all my friends come back for cones?

I called ahead I felt so cheap
Just to make sure my grandma's sound asleep
I shoulda noticed that her look was kinda smug
She only wants me coz I got the drugs

My mouth was dry my knees were weak
She held my hand as we walked down the street
I didn't give a shit she got my first name wrong
She only wants me for my Bucket Bong
She only wants me for my Bucket Bong

And when we're at home I'm feeling scared
Coz there's no bucket, sink or (vessel?) anywhere
And if she wants a bucket I'll have the last one
And she'll hafta have it with me in the bath
She'll hafta have it with me in the bath
She only wants me coz I got the drugs....

Well the bus is pulling out and I guess I'd better go
Before I make a grave mistake and let my feelings show
And twenty miles away she waits alone for me
But when I try to picture her you're the one I see

And in another situation I could put up a fight
But you will be my downfall tonight

So the night is coming down, drowning us in blue
And it all points towards the things we know we shouldn't do
And as I look at you and I fall under your spell
Well I know I should be thinking of her lying there herself

And when faced with temptation
You know a man should stand and fight
But you will be my downfall tonight

Be my downfall, be my great regret, be the one girl that I'll never forget
Be my undoing, be my slow road to ruin tonight
Be my downfall, be my great regret, be the one girl that I'll never forget
Be my undoing, be my slow road to ruin tonight

So the bus is pulling out and I'm grounded here with you
And I want to say the sweet things babe I've always wanted to
So tell me now the tail-lights have gone out of sight
Baby won't you be my downfall once again tonight

Don't wanna got to the beach or the movies or hang around with you
I wanna go where I'll win lots of money
I'll do what I have to do
Always on my back telling me you need expensive stuff

Well this should be enough
I'm gonna buy you a grey hound and I'll name him after you
And when he wins I will buy that you want me to
Been spending all of my time on the doghouse

His well never change
Never enough the I cook dinner the puts restaurants to shame
If I raise the capital and rents not overdue
Well this is what I'm gonna do

I'm gonna buy you a grey hound and I'll name him after you
And if you leave me at least I'll have a friend who will be true
Its not cruelty if you inject enough amphetamines
I know that one day I'll have a proper job to do

But that won't be anytime soon
I'm gonna buy you a racehorse and I'll name him after you
And if he loses once I'll turn him into superglue

Grew up in an industrial town,
two blocks away from the industrial sounds.
Three generations in the same old home.
Seven kids mum feels so alone.
Six of them looked like they had a chance to do something with their lives.
Little Jeanie had a mind of her own, but it wasn't a very good one.

And we try not to be mean,
to our little lead poisoned Jean.
Little lead poisoned Jean.

No special school no one to understand,
her teachers tried to use the back of their hands,
she can't compute any information.

She likes pictures on the screen,
our little lead poisoned Jean,
little lead poisoned Jean.



One winters day it was the end of June,
her parents put together two and two.
She wasn't normal, no she's not the same,
the legal battle set the town aflame.
The company would be responsible for every time that Jeannie screams,
pollution so obscene. Little lead poisoned Jean.

Now the family's rich beyond belief
that sort of money's still a shallow relief.
Little Jeannie's got a new playstation so she

Stares at the screen
she's my little lead poisoned Jean.

You had such a terrible time at home, not as bright as your brother and sister. Though intimidating all your friends, still think that uniform's so cool. what a job you can make your own rules. Take your frustration out on them. Hanging out at your nearest protest. punching kids and making arrests in the name of whoever pays the most. Couldn't get in the armed forces, animals on the backs of horses, good sense and justice you oppose. Get a real job- who would be a fucking cop? Did you not get enough love? Did your parents beat you up? Do you worry bout the size of your penis? Did the army kick you out? what the hell was that about? Didn't let you use your firearm in public? You don't protect me, no security, for my family and my friends. Your brain is just out of reach, you can shoot drunks on the beach. The corporations you defend- Get a real job. who would be a fucking cop? I don't know how you get to sleep, when junkies terrorise your beat. Feel like a hero when you punch alcoholics. And there's that secret no one knows, hidden from everyone. Those unnatural affections for German Shepherds- Get a real job- who would be a cop? Did you not get enough love? Did your parents beat you up? Do you worry bout the size of your penis? Were you a cockhead from the start? You didn't need very good marks, and now you're suppplementing your income with money from drugs. Don't wear your name badge on your chest. In case of civil unrest. Wouldn't want anyone to think that your like violence best. Who would be a fucking cop?

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Congratulations you have won the right to anything you want
An astronaut, a TV host, and open hand a smiling face
Another medal for your race an open door
Another opportunity to find out what it means to be so lucky
Sit back forget about the rest
Just remember you're the best that this world has to offer
Oh baby baby it's a white world
I don't want anything to do with this birthright it makes me sick
To think of people feeling better
Treating everyone like shit
Sit back forget about the rest
Just remember that you're the best
That this world has to offer.

You taught me to re-align my chakra,
speak to my inner consciousness.
You made me listen to John Butler
and other rubbish that bored me to shit
You wanted to move up the North Coast
where everthing is so much better
Where you can play Djembes on the beach
I used to get mad
I used to get angry
I used to hate everyone i met
You taught me love
You showed me kindness
You painted flowers on my face
And that gave me the shits
F**k i hated that
but it taught me a valuable lesson too
Now i love everyone but you
We had mushrooms in the morning
I was braindead for eternity
I took my clothes off
you didn't like that
and neither did the check-out chick from coles
i tried to pash the store security
I used to get mad
I used to get angry
I used to be cynical i know
You taught me love
You taught me yoga
You threw the fire around my head.
And that gave me the shits
F**k i hated that
but it taught me a valuable lesson too
Now i love everyone but you
You wont make me live with no shoes.
Now every full moon i think of last year
and when we went to the bush doof party
And how the acid made the music worse.
I know she had a good heart
when she stood in front of trees.
But she talked out her arse
she could see me aura turning bad.
And that gave me the shits
F**k i hated that
everyone else i know thanks you.
Now i love everyone but you
I passively resist your coup.

Teenage romance always a chance to get into trouble. Now it's no fun, shotgun, far to young and they can't come out to play.

When all the kids are having kids, today.

Back seat like toast, mid-central coast they grow up so quickly. No more Friday night drinks in the park, no matter what they say.

Coz all the kids are having kids, all the kids are having kids, today.

Terminate or church doorstep, sell them on the internet or up for adoption. Or there's no more rock shows, drugs or cigarettes, stunt their DNA.

When all the kids are having kids, all the kids are having kids, today

Forgotten dreams and wasted plans, (Contraception)
Memories airbrushed on a panel van. (is an option)
Replaced with frowns and wagging tongues, (Contraception)
Washing lines and soccer mums. (is an option)

Fast track up no time for cool, there must have been a hole in the golden rule. At least you get the week off school.

When all the kids are having kids, all the kids are having kids, all the kids are having kids, today.

You can try holding up a payroll with your pants around your ankles,
And a darkened plastic bag over your head,
Tied on real tightly.
Put sugar in the gas tank of your flat-tired getaway car,
With an amputated arsehole at the wheel.
You can't tell me that it's a real steal.

And you will fail, You'll go to jail.

Try to viciously attack a Newtown Jets half backer,
With both hands and legs tied behind your back,
And a sultry shade of lipstick on your mouth,
And if you somehow make it out,
Call his mum a hooker on the way.
Well today is really not your day.

Try saving all the trees, or free the refuges.
Or prove you're not a coward by killing Johnny Howard.
Murder all the Racists, welcome blokes from other places.
Force everyone to stop eating meat.
I wouldn't bother getting off your seat.
I wouldn't bother trying you'll just end up doing time.
And if you want to make a difference you'll just end up in a prison,
Getting buggered every time you go to sleep.

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