We won’t get hysterical, negative, and cynical They’re picked up and sent for a spell in Long Bay Well don’t get hysterical, negative, and cynicalĪnyone that they think could get in the way To help you recall what it was that you took Where they bang you on the head with a telephone book The next thing you know you’re down at the station
While the ones who arranged it pursue their careersīut we don’t get hysterical, negative, and cynicalĭon’t get hysterical, negative, and cynical Put a pint o’ the black on the end of me arm.īuiki and Bil in search of water from the hillĪnd then stuck in a cell to rot there for years Has shortened me days and wasted me youth.īe kind tae the health, sir, do it no harm, It’s the taste of the whiskey tae tell you the truth He leaves you tae rot in this nutsty old hole. Then off with his wad tae recline by the pool. They get lots of offers and not much respectįor raisin’ three kids on a government cheque.Ĭomes round in his Volvo to pick up the rent. They paint on the smile so you don’t see the scars. There’s girls in the parlour there’s girls in the bars. We’ll knock it straight down and we’ll sing it again.
If you can’t stand a schooner, stand us a ten, Of the chances you missed and the love that went wrong Then he stands back tae watch while the poor buggers drop. The colonel says right lads, over the top. With lovely tin hats and long woollen drawers. Here’s to the soldiers that march tae the wars Nothin’ like a jar o’ the electric soup fer bringin’ oot the revolutionary inye! Hey Jimmy, can ye gie us the price ae a pint? The tune at the end o’ this yin’s called Farewell tae Stirlin’. How we left them take democracy and stand it on its head. Who spoke about conspiracy sinister and darkīut history records it and the story will be read Some said they had it coming, some were closer to the mark
#Shell shocked lyrics chronic future full
To see a scam so blatant, so jacked up and full of holesĪnd the people in their thousands endorsed it at the polls. Locks were freed like magic and I watched in disbelief We started out a colony, do they think we’re a colony yet.īut as the weeks went by the anger turned to mild relief. Saying if they’re out for trouble then trouble’s what they’ll get. There was violence in the air as I walked back home that night.Įveryone you’d meet was gettin’ ready for the fight. Then stood back and let the fat cats push it out. There was Gough on the steps of Parliament House sayin’ now maintain the rage.ĭrinking in the streets gave way to doubt. It was one hell of a situation, the kind you just can’t gauge. He said they’ve given Gough the bullet and the lads are walking out.Īnd we walked right off that job while the gaffer held the doorĪnd watched it on the telly in a T.V. Workin’ in an oxide plant at the back of North Fitzroyīert Gilchrist told the gaffer ‘cause Bert Gilchrist had the clout. I remember the day I was no more than a boy Not so much an endorsement of the Whitlam Labour Government as an observation on the scant regard our ruling class has for the institution of democracy. Sorry if I made any transcription mistakes.Ĭan anyone add the lyrics to the B Sides (Honkytonks in Heaven, Just Like Cigarettes, The Ball of Yarn, and Framed)? If so, please post them.ĭoes anyone know where I can find brief introductory descriptions of the songs from 'Through the Smoke of Innocence'? I thought it might be helpful to have the lyrics available online along with brief introductions, so I typed in what I have available.
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