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'Loyal'
04:51
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I can’t remember last time I thanked you,
For letting me lecture you on loyalty
Too close for comfort just ain’t close enough
For this smug white fuck and his musical comfort food
Cause music is comfort food in this industry
And I love you tender, but we must walk away,
These mountains of cheques won’t cash themselves
And if it were different - did you know it ain’t?
Well you don't have a choice, either way
:: You call me loyal, though you know it’s rude to call me names
:: I know you’re loyal, but only when it’s for sports games
:: Call me loyal, injecting loyal in our veins
:: And we are loyal, to keep them happy
Keep it that way, girl
Out in the battle, flung far and used.
And purchased for all New Zealand to shop to
Sometimes when all of your hopes, and all of your dreams,
Are sold off as cheap souvenirs, like your country
And all of us anxious, but why hurry love?
Feelings can be bought and sold
Oh and why are you waiting - waiting for what?, The
propaganda machine is here
:: You call me loyal, you’re the loyal gears and I'm the lube
:: I know you’re loyal, you’re feeding loyal down our tubes
:: Call me loyal, even if it isn’t true
:: And we are loyal, to keep them happy
:: You call me loyal, you call me loyal to the hive
:: I know you’re loyal, you’re dishing out the loyal bribes
:: Call me loyal, like the Crown was to the tribes
:: And we are loyal, cause they keep us that way.
:: You call me loyal, though I’m not proud to be ashamed
:: I know you’re loyal, like how the Nazis shifted blame
:: Call me loyal, you call me loyal like a dog
:: And we are loyal, cause they keep us, that way.
Keep us that way,
Keep us that way in election year.
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I went to the doctor
I told him about my breakdown
It seems I have depression
And there is nothing you can do?
I don’t know
Why does WINZ do this to me?
I don’t know, I don’t know.
Paula came, she took away
The comfort of knowing that we’re taken care of
They say it’s in our best interest
But they're making big bucks for themselves
I don’t know
Why does WINZ do this to me?
I don’t know, I don’t know.
I don’t know
Why does WINZ do this to me?
I don’t know, I don’t know.
I can’t work
I’m crazy
But they just call it “lazy”
I’m sorry I’m so hungry
Now can I get my money back?
John Key came, he sucked away
The right of the people to depend on their country
They say that we’re looked after
But all they’re doing is watching us
I don’t know
Why does WINZ do this to me?
I don’t know
Why does WINZ do this to me?
I don’t know, I don’t know.
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When I was a student
I wanted to have money
What a joke that was, cause there weren't any jobs
Education cost me
My livelihood and dignity
My brain was all I had, malnourished and getting sad
Keep ‘em dumb, uninformed
If they’re smart, keep ‘em poor
Make 'em pay, til they sell
And then buy back, from themselves
I just spent six months in a leaky flat
What more can I say about that?
Aotearoa
A long-forgotten name for us
With long-forgotten dreams
Like, I don’t know, how about free education for all people of all ages, thus sparing one tiny blip on the radar of a vast ocean from the impending dark age that is to sweep the world with blinding apathy caused by a known-but-not-taught global misinformation campaign that sedates, misdirects and wilfully controls people’s lives by keeping them enslaved to their wallets, the flesh of their hands stitched to the insides of their own empty pockets?
Long white cloud, getting grey
And I think it’s gonna rain
When it does, I won’t care
Only the sky wants to share
I just spent six months in a leaky flat
Trust me, we’re not getting fat
We interrupt this historical concussion to colonially coerce a cultural coma that goes back to before we invaded:
"Ho! From distant lands we do come, ejaculating myths like truth and free-dumb"
Said the party of whites, covered in self-righteous cum
Getting our way surely is great
Spreading our values of prejudice and hate
"Gather round natives, we’ll give you guns”
And wouldn’t you know it, here comes the fun:
Hooray, the Europeans had won!
History will remember, cause they’re number one!
The conquest was bought, as conquest can be
And granted us myths like privacy
Ensured to none, and assured to fewer
This history sits comfortably upon a skewer
It’s storytime, children, no time for truth
Present us with facts, and we dispose of the proof
If you want to know more, come on, pay up sonny!
Hegemony is real, and it wants your money!
Education will be a joke
When we make the system broke
Studylink sucked me dry
Pay it back, why should I?
I just spent six months in a leaky flat
But try and tell the landlord that
I just spent six months in a leaky flat
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4. |
Piss
04:57
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Ignorance is bliss
Enforced with fists
Ignorance is bliss
Covered in piss
Ignorance is bliss
New Zealand’s drinking culture is vomiting in the gutter
Ignorance is bliss
New Zealand’s drinking culture is making us hungover
Drown yourself in piss
Have a golden shower, this one’s on the media
Say “yeah, right” to this:
The industry of poison must be making a killing
Ignorance is bliss
New Zealand’s drinking culture is vomiting in the gutter
Ignorance is bliss
New Zealand’s drinking culture is making us hungover
Ignorance is bliss
Enforced with fists
Ignorance is bliss
Covered in piss
They have got us drugged
You must think you’re rugged, but mate you’re bloody buggered
Drink yourself to death
If you’re worried about the brain drain, I think I’ve found the cause
Ignorance is bliss
New Zealand’s drinking culture is vomiting in the gutter
Ignorance is bliss
New Zealand’s drinking culture is making us hungover
Go the bloody All Blacks, mentality of the six-pack
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5. |
The Party's Over
05:30
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There is freedom within
There is freedom without
There’s freedom for all that we're not allowed
There’s a battle ahead
Many battles are lost
No point trying if you’re battling against the cops
Get out, get out
The party’s over
Get out, get out
Turn off the music
The cops are here
And they’re gonna tase us
And you know that we can’t win
Now I’m towing my car, there’s a hole in the roof
The cops crashed into it but they’re lying now it and I have no proof
In the paper today tales of war and of waste
But look no further than the courtroom if you want to lose your remaining faith
Get out, get out
The party’s over
Get out, get out
Turn off the music
The cops are here
And they’re gonna mace us
And you know that we can’t win
Now I'm walking again to the beat of a drum
Until I get tackled from behind for carrying an empty bottle of rum
Only the shadows ahead barely clearing the roof
It only takes a year in the courts if you want to challenge their version of the truth
Get out, get out
The party’s over
Get out, get out
Turn off the music
The cops are here
And they’re gonna arrest us
And you know that we can’t win
Get out, get out
The party’s over
Get out, get out
Turn off the music
The cops are here
And they’re gonna hurt us
They're gonna mace your girlfriend in the face
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6. |
Price Of Heaven
04:58
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Debt, debt, debt...
Hey, I got a lot of faith in you
Is that why you’re selling us all down the line?
Yeah, you have a lot of fun don't you
Well, being on hold isn’t my idea of a good time
Hey beauty when the mood gets you down
It’s skin deep until you stick your drill in the ground
That's when I gotta play the clown for you
To distract us from what’s all around
Howdy Angel
Where did you hide your wings
Let’s run this shit into the ground - that’s the price of heaven
Let’s rip the people off their land - that’s the price of heaven
Hey, I gotta lotta faith in you
Of course you would, we’re a fuckin’ gold mine
Yeah, we have a lot of fun don't we
While all my friends are waiting in the bread line
Hey beauty when the mood gets you down
Make a profit then it’s three-way handshakes all around
That's when I gotta play the clown for you
Cause no other kind of act would make us proud
Howdy Angel
Where did you hide your wings
Let’s run this shit into the ground - that’s the price of heaven
Let’s rip the people off their land - that’s the price of heaven
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7. |
'Nature'
06:10
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9. |
Apathy
04:32
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It’s election year
But who fuckin’ cares
It’s suicide
But nobody minds
Apathy, apathy.
Let’s all drunk drive
As the road toll climbs
Let’s all stay silent
On autopilot
Apathy, apathy, apathy.
Apathy, in the middle of an oil spill, apathy.
Apathy: if I don’t do it then nobody will, apathy!
Apathy, apathy.
The children starve
While the parents laugh
At Paul Henry's jokes
My conscience chokes
(on) Apathy, apathy, apathy.
Apathy, all is quiet as they listen in, apathy.
Apathy, while trade unions are traded in, apathy.
Apathy.
Apathy, up to our knees in bureacracy, apathy.
Apathy, despite the whole point of democracy, apathy.
Apathy apathy?
Apathy. enforced ignorance of our history, apathy.
Apathy, all disguised as subjectivity, apathy.
Apathy, in the middle of world war 3, apathy.
Apathy, must be easier than being free, apathy.
Apathy, ironic detachment equals passivity
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10. |
The National Theme Song
04:28
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Thanks for singing along.
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