Lyrics Australian - Jehst

Australian

We teach the kids how to build it for themselves
Like, Duplo, Lego, Meccano
Start a family business — Tony Soprano
Shifting different cargo, climbing Kilimanjaro
This is classic beauty bitches — Brigitte Bardot
We live and die by the barcode
It’s like life’s a competition to see who can be the biggest arsehole
Used to drive around with a car, load of wax
They talk all about the hab but they don’t know the facts
We broke our backs to promote our tracks
Took all the promoters stacks
Now we older cats, we go back like Golden Axe
Rise from my grave with the pad and pen
We travelled all over the map and then back again
Bag a pen, buddha, bluster, Blue Rizla
More punk than an '82 glue-sniffer
Blacked out on the Crete kung-fu ninja
I paint the Art of War — Sun Tsu scripture
A brand new picture
I’m just a customer who talk like a salesman
Mr. Shotterman have you got the cure for my ailment
The grade turn me upside down — Australian
I’m taking liquor bottle shots to the cranium
To the beat of my own drum I’m marching bruv
So come and have a go, if you think that you’re hard enough
Ten tonne elephant weight
We weighed in waist deep in the sewage of waste
We thick skinned, so underground
Fuck it I’m proud!
Without compromise
But any opportunity knocking is getting optimised
Who are you to knock it you’re all hype
You ain’t really beefing, more like bean burgers and small fries
You fool guys pulling stunts for a little fame
Got a little name, put your portrait in the picture frame
Self-glorification
When you ain’t fucking with nothing that’s abstinence from all forms of
fornication
We can make anything happen, it just takes a little orchestration
Determination, coordination
Organisation in this confusion
Extinction to gender or revolution?
you choosin!
Daffy Daffy Doo in the house
Eat 17 in the house
Project Mooncircle
What up G?
Brimstone, Brimstone
Big Rome