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All my choices that have led me here were wrong.
So I thought I would write it down in song.
Not gonna help me now that night draws long:
I thought I knew what it was all along…
It was the dog.
Not the blob.
OH MY GOD!
It was the d-*Transmission Ends*
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Hero Fell
04:01
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When the hero fell
Struck by a thousand violins
He was a zero
But we all saw it coming
For all his beauty
They were ridiculed for love
And I knew his war creed
Pious sentiment of...
The memory of that time became
More than what it should have been
Dreams were darker than before
Waking burning in the dawn
Low and faded
He’s then scratching in the dirt
Elevated
He paid the price it wasn’t worth
She was his downfall
And that was just before
All an animal
Couldn’t see what we all saw
When you drain that life force right
Dimming visions haunt your sight
Buried deep in all the sand
Shaping mercury by hand
When the hero fell
A slow dive from grace
He had consumed it all
And lost his own hallowed place
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Duck It!
02:39
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How grand it would be to be a duck?
Flying and swimming about in the rain
Not needing to clean up after your muck
With only yourself to entertain
How grand it would be to fly south for no reason
I picture the life would be as bright as the sun
Unless of course it was hunting season
And you met your maker by way of a gun
How grand it would be to be hunted and such
Flying intensely your future is hazy
But against your good in the hunters touch
And you might retire to push up the daisies – OH MY!!
How grand it would be to have webbed feet
To paddle around in the pond scum
Eating whatever the hell ducks eat
Without the burden of the opposable thumb
How grand it would be to be a big duck
Decompose in a hole and not give a quack
Break it down.
How grand it would be to be a big duck
Decompose in a hole and not give a quack
Break it dooooooooooooown.
Yeee-ha!
2, 3, 4, 5!
End.
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My Act & You
02:47
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Well there’s…nobody like you,
I mean it when I say it’s true.
You want the best for me,
Finally get there and be…
In a movie with a monkey in it,
Compared to Matt LeBlanc: my act was so shit.
I don’t care because I really tried,
I can’t act to save my life, yeah!
So there’s…one person’s pushing,
It’s not Peter Cushing (he’s dead).
Affleck, Peck, Spacey,
And William H. Macy have led…
Me to believe that I’ll get there when,
I reach the grand old age of a hundred and ten.
Lee said I was like a modern Carey Grant,
I think he meant to say wooden like a plant, yeah!
And so…agencies shun me,
I can’t seem to put down the fees.
The rest just want models,
With high-glossy photo’s, for free!
I’m crap and broke in one foul swoop,
And those who one lucked out and slipped through the loop.
They’re not bad they’re just lucky in life,
Travolta has a plane to take him far from strife, yeah!
SOLO!!
The only thing that seems to get me out of bed,
Are the driving words that you have gone and said.
I know that acting seems and is a lot of fun,
But does my biggest fan have to be your mum?
As I’m lining up, in Centrelink queues;
Thinks of performing only just for you.
I know that acting seems more fun than being in bands,
But what the hell’m-I gonna to say to Kyle Sandilands, yeah?
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