Cm Ab Eb Bb x4 Cm | Bb(I) | Ab | Eb/Bb Bb5 Eb/Bb | x2 The first time I thought something's wrong It was just your attitude The feelings you bared The white wine that we shared You were talking rude About whoever wasn't there You'd run out of platitudes It seems to me you're an expert On diss-functionality No wonder why You're always right About whatever anyone done wrong Who the hell are you to judge? All your wisdom is fudged Just the Milkman's wife Like being at the centre of strife

Spent thirty days in a box in the warehouse But didn't get her tattoo from there Mostly deflated and hidden from the spouse And only comes out when she isn't there Does Angry Anderson's sexdoll have a Southern Cross tattoo and where? Maybe it's down above her ankle Or ever so subtly behind her knee Discretely below the line, under her navel Or on her shoulder where people can see Does Angry Anderson's sexdoll have a Southern Cross tattoo and where? [bridge] Maybe it's on the back of her shoulder Or maybe up against her heart Or maybe she'll get one when she's older On a trip to watch the Ashes in the Old Dart She's got a tattoo, all of the dolls have Says "Made in China" on top of their head So whether you're Aussie, Jap or Slav There's no nationalism in bed Does Angry Anderson's sexdoll have a Southern Cross tattoo and where?

Every time you turn on the tee-vee all you see is your enemy their shiny botoxed faces hide their utter contempt for you pushing insurance like it's a drug some aging model smiles a hug while granddad calls one-eight-hundred for a limited offer too oooooooooooooh let's turn on the tee-vee (x4) [the tv knows you so well with all the products they sell they tell you what you need you don't even need to think] wanna have some fun? go get your daddy's gun we'll start our own live-to-air show just for two wanna have some fun? we'll do what Elvis done we'll turn on the tee-vee & unload our twenty-twos so many products that they sell not all are on the screen, oh well your old folks are the goods for sale at a bargain price it's true surveyed by top class management hunters of talent, collectors of rent their minds are stuck with the strongest of glue oooooooooooooh let's turn on the tee-vee (x4) [the tv knows you so well with all the products they sell they tell you what you need you don't even need to think] [it's time the TV went, it won't be too well missed next time it turns you off won't you turn on it with an iron fist]

symmetric diminished scale aka octatonic s T s T s T s T scale: A A# C C# D# E F# G A A Bb C Db Eb E Gb G A A Bb C Db Eb E Gb G A s T s T s T s T temp: 152 Chords A7: A Db E G C7: C E G Bb Eb7: Eb G Bb Db Gb7: Gb Bb Db E [A] A A7 C C7 [B] A C ascending scale run from A and C D------4--|-----4--- A----6---:|x2------- E--8------|---8----- [C] A7 C7 A7 Gb7 A7 C7 Eb/Bb A7 [D] A5 C5 A5 C5 Eb5 A5 Gb5(IX) Eb5 A5 C5 ######################### [00:03] You've heard, I spose, about a turd that goes 'round as the leader of the band He eats the poor, always wants some more He never had a weight loss plan But what he's got is a big blue dot Half the band are set against him He's a monster, sure, with no heart at its core Watch them give his chin a trim [00:22] Red blood, blue vein Sociopath, insane Some win, most lose Still bleeding and so bruised [00:35] We don't have much time to dress the wound and burst the blister Quick we have to dig the cyst out [00:40] Now it's time to operate, get the knife and penetrate Cotton wool, cotton wool; Dab the bleeding out [00:48] Blue tie stained Monster slain [01:00] Now it's time for autopsy, stretch ribs open have a see Get a tray, get a tray; Catch what's spilling out [01:25] The monster's on the table leaking fluids, leaking blister Slowly it will bleed itself out [01:31] Now it's time to sew it up, pack it back and wrap it up Ready for, ready for; The family's coming out [01:50] Now it's time to show the dead. Monster's got a crooked head Push it back, push it back; We left it's liver out [01:56] So now you know about the turd that went Around as the leader of the band He was a monster all along He was part of a larger plan His family, such a tragedy Never knew his real ID But we kicked him out, he's got no clout Now he lives in the mortuary

E Dorian (Dmaj / Bm natural) Em F#m G A Bm C#m7b5 D Em v1: i'm making a move it's probably gonna be wrong There's a thousand better lyrics for this song If you're hummin them now pack yourself a bong (If the sand's hot at the beach you could wear some thongs) Hear's your time to speak freely, come along (Cooking snags on the barbie, use some tongs) I'm not the type to drink Jack Daniel's I'm not the type to Read The Fucking Manual Don't Facebook or Skype, communication is mangled So set up the bucket, I'll get the rope untangled Ch: You've been here before Said it's never again Gonna even the score Can't choose family, but you can choose friend v2: Step up to the top, time for you to dangle Here comes the drop, you just couldn't wrangle The best things in life came at you from an angle The best of Bob Dylan goes jingle / jangle When I say I'll do it, I don't mean maybe I close the case just like Dick Tracey With my mashed potato I like a little gravy If you cook it for me you can be my baby Busting through barriers like they're made of paper Take a pee, it's the difference between rapper and raper Led Zep did reggae and called it D'yer Maker If you believed me once, well I'm a good faker It's raining again, better come inside It's cold, don't leave the door open wide I'd make ammends but it would hurt my pride I'm draining away like a big spring tide [chorus] br: Eating fish and spitting fins, they're coming to save me From myself, from my actions, the result looks gravely Out of time, out of fashion and all out of dough Hurry up, take your time, get on the go slow I could never take a message, don't leave a voicemail If it's urgent, too bad - communication has failed Signal boosted antenna amplifies the noise Go get your freak on for all the girls and boys Eight beats to the bar, it must be a quaver I'm collecting them all, you could say I'm a saver It's hit and miss when the blindfold's on Throwing knives at the apple, I could get it all wrong Shopping for things we need is just not as fun As spending on a whim till the spending is done I've got a mind like a library but I got no card Here's the end of the bridge, see it wasn't that hard v3: i'm making a move it's probably gonna be wrong There's a thousand better lyrics for this song If the sand's hot at the beach you could wear some thongs Cooking snags on the barbie, use some tongs ch:

D Lydian (Amaj from IV; Dmaj with #4th) D E F#m G#m7b5 A Bm C#m D t t t s t t s v: D F#m D F#m ch: D Bm F#m D Bm A D E C#m D D Bm F#m D F#msus2 e--5--4-------- B--7--7-------- G--7--6-------- D--7--7-------- A--5--4-------- D--5--4-------- A5 C#5 F#5 G# A5 C#5 F# / v1: It's living, it's breathing, it's believing It's set in stone. Not fluid no more, oh well It's not writing, it's reading, not deceiving at all Our whole world's not in stasis Something will just replace this, we're actors on stages, yeah Life is short but life is it's own reward ch: D Bm It's the first time, it's this time, for a long time F#m / There's only now, there's no before D Bm A Time really is the only law D E It's the best time, it's the worst time, it's for all time C#m D Time really is the only law D Bm F#m We're not controlling, we're deceiving ourselves keeping score v2: D / First time you seen the bright light F#m / It had you feeling so strong, now what have we done? oh well D Bm F#m Next time you'll gain control, yeah sure Last time: fine wine and insight You watched it and then rewind, you followed the lines, oh yeah It will all go to plan for sure [repeat ch] br (spoken): And the meadows spring to life, see them rise up to meet the sun Green matter. Living to pull down the dirty air. While feather, fur and fin depart for worlds unknown and unborn. And all the world can't initiate change, it's all prearranged An illusion of changing, rearranging the atoms of everything And each time that you call the reaper he responds in the same words: All is written for all time now, after and before [repeat v1] [repeat ch]

E Dorian (D major from E to e) Em F#m G A Bm Cm7b5# D Em intro 123456 123456 123456 123456 1234 verse 8 bars of 7/8 ch 12345678 12345678 1234567 1234567 ### riff A --------------------------------|------------------------------- --------------------------------|--------------------------3--3- --------------------------------|--------------------------2--2- ----------------2-p-0-----2--2--|-----------------2--1--0--0--0- --0--2--1--0-----------2--2--2--|--0--2--1--0--------------0--0- -------------3------------0--0--|--------------3---------------- A5 / B5 -------- -------- -------- --2--0-- --2--x-- --0--3-- v1: Heard you're stalking the town, like something's going down As if that anything could happen to you You're rolling the dice, gonna make you think twice There's no trouble that you won't do You support his vice and you're not very nice Trash talking after you've had a few So you won't mind if I take what's mine It's exactly what you'd fucking do ch: Would go, could go, should go But you're always behind the naked truth v2: Been laying low, restoring my flow One day I'll doooo what I'm gonna do So you can wait and see, sort of shit I can be My turn to turn the motherfucking screws Can you remember the time, over a glass of wine? Said you would help those-whose-lot was few Well I went and checked, their brains have been pecked Cue the crocodile tears, boo hoo Repeat ch

F#m/C#(IX) Amaj7 (alternate between V and open) |: F#m(II) A :|x3 Bm C#m7 |: D A E :| verse1: She came and met me on a Wednesday It was raining, the light was fading It's always dark in the arvo Before dinner, in the cold June Winter We shared the wine making spagbol We didn't eat it, didn't really need it The wine warmed us, got us talking Our minds met, best moment yet chorus1: I'm closing the deal I'm turning the wheel I'm rolling the steel Sheets of iron verse2: I had to go and help a friend out I didn't want to, it took too long to Removals stacked up to the ceiling My sneakers - kicked in his speakers It's a bit bigger, his new place So his next move - will cut a larger groove A housewarming bowl of spagbol Was most welcome - no power from Elcom chorus2: I'm digging my heals I'm cracking the seal I'm rolling the steel Sheets of iron bridge: So, everytime that you invest or Everytime there's effort spent you're Turning energy into matter And if, we're all left to ourselves our Effort's nought just like we thought No energy becomes doesn't matter So, everytime that you invest or Everytime there's effort spent you're Turning energy into matter And if, we all left it unspent our Effort's nought just like we meant We're turning no energy into doesn't matter at all

chorus chords: Dm Gm Am C Dm Gm Am Bridge: A5 F5 G5 etc ################################################# verses are voxed in two parts B = bogan and UCT = upper class twit v1 B:I'd rather be a pork hunt than a rich arsehole UCT:You can grab my shirtfront, I'll retreat to my glass castle B:You're a pimple on a wart on a puss-filled boil UCT:You're a peon pushing shit-carts and tilling the soil B:Our assertions mean nought, but fuck, yours'll get heard UCT:My wit and pith beats your four-letter word B:On a sandwich made by destiny, I would be the meat UCT:I can get off scott-free and you'll take the heat ch1: B:I'd rather be a pork hunt than a rich arsehole No real estate holdings clogging up my will I'd rather be a pork hunt than a rich arsehole Got no shares, i profit with my friends and my thrills v2: B:I'd rather lay on the ground and look up at the stars UCT:I'll be looking down on you like you've arrived from Mars B:You divide and you conquer, liquidate the opposition UCT:I don't have any true friends cos they're just competition B:You take the credit, take the profit and take no prisoners UCT:I check the poor people out to find out what rhythm is B:So lighten up and spark up, take your foot off the pedal UCT:Do you think that could help my anxiety settle? ch2: B:I'd rather be a pork hunt than a rich arsehole A law abiding pork hunt with no legal bills I'd rather be a pork hunt than a rich arsehole Your white collar stain maintained by little pills br: B:You went to business school and you've read Ayn Rand You priss and you preen, you're so fucking grand If brains were money, you'd not have any cents Where'd your compassion go? Huh? You can't say whence v3: B:The other day I was in traffic then along comes this Audi UCT:My wealth came from the ground just like I was Saudi B:Didn't have My Family stickers but they were stuck up UCT:And in the rear window was my pure-bred pup B:I suppose the dog's health-care cost more than mine UCT:Be content because my health is anything but fine B:Screens in hands, HUD, and the back of the head-rest UCT:And it's *me* the mother-fuckers mother-fucking detest B:ch3: I'd rather be a pork hunt than a rich arsehole A small-timer, a pork hunt; than a self-interested dill I'd rather be a pork hunt than a rich arsehole Wealthy but so unhappy, can't drink your fill to fade: [Chanted by all] I'd rather be a pork hunt than a rich arsehole I'd rather be a pork hunt than a rich arsehole I'd rather be a pork hunt than a rich arsehole I'd rather be a pork hunt than a rich arsehole etc dialogue: Fortunes gained through honest means don't feature much in our stories Ask a rich cunt to be fair dinkum and they'll negate any perceived glories And being poor, I mean really fucking poor, it was odds-on to be you and to be me But I'm not talking about newstart or pensions or St Vinnies you see When we arrive in this world there's a uterus drawn by lottery Chances are, next time round, you'll be born into true poverty Can you see yourself working 10 hour shifts for 8 days at two-fifty? You've got all the applicable experience but your boss is very shifty And a second job at night driving rickshaws, scrubbing pans Your household budget is hand to mouth, there's just no future plans And there but for the grace of the gods goes you, your family and mine Would you like to consider, once again, your most very recent whine? Look there's nothing wrong with money, it can afford you lots of things Latest gadgets, cars, a home, good schools and your lady's diamond rings But we're all ducks on the same pond bobbing up and down to the ripples And yet you look down on the poor like they're a bunch of fucking cripples "You gotta ride your luck, get what you can" you so ever proudly say And go on right through your life like you will never rue the day I'm rich in ways, you're poor in ways that those with less can't appreciate But get this you greedy cunt: you're making society disintegrate You don't know or don't care, too busy to see past your own horizon If you could see the smiles that live in poverty you'd get a real surprise an' Come to understand that those with less are mostly just like you Except it's you who's poor and withered and who's heart is broken too Look, I'm not here to save the world, the whales or even the neglected I'm cursed with a sense of fairness, the down-trodden should be protected There's more wealth in all the world, with all its wonders and its gold More food than we could ever eat, no need for stale or old So next time you flap your wings and take flight from the big duck pond Mind the ripples that you make and the other ducks won't feel conned