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Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the old Greek theater
Tonight you will see this is serious mom perform a show of extraordinary
complexity wit and power
Would you welcome on to the stage?
Tisms guitarist leak Van Vleilin
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the bass player the rhythm god of tism the metronome of insanity
Mr. Jock cheese
On
Timpani's drums programming and vocals the man born with all the gifts of the gods the anointed one
Mr. Humphrey be
Ladies and gentlemen the dog one of the deepest subconscious
The
Distraction complex the triangle without a metal thing on keyboards. Mr. Eugene de la hot club
Ladies and gentlemen take heed the black death had nothing of this man on saxophone the carrier of death's door knock
The Avon lady of final causes mr. John said penis
Introducing the guru the cutting edge of immortality shaving brush
Assuming the position mr. Les
Visible
Oh
I've got a great idea for a song, yeah.
I can run over to the bad man all in my row, yeah.
I can prove I'm not steering wrong, yeah.
I can create mankind's fate.
I know where there's all the bad streets, yeah.
All the best that I can irrigate.
All the poor and cruel, even see plagues.
All the bad signs, why motivate me, yeah.
I'm just an amputee.
I'm a bee, I'm a bee, I'm a bee.
I'm a bee, I'm a bee, I'm a bee.
Well, I got the Cumpa-Homelung disease.
I can make money, grow on trees, yeah.
I know how to stop the terrorism, yeah.
I'm the one with the guy's autism.
But that's not what motivates me, yeah.
I'm interested in hyper-bee, hyper-bee, hyper-bee.
Hyper-bee, hyper-bee, hyper-bee.
That's not what motivates me, hyper-bee.
Enough of this petty stuff for me.
Hyper-bee.
Not interested in pen and tree, yeah.
Hyper-bee.
I'm interested in.
Hyper-bee.
Hyper-bee.
Hyper-bee.
Hyper-bee, hyper-bee, hyper-bee, hyper-bee.
Hyper-bee, hyper-bee, hyper-bee and hyper-bee.
Hyper-bee, hyper-bee.
Hyper-bee, hyper-bee, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hyper-bee, hyper-bee.
Hyper-bee, hyper-bee, hyper-bee, yeah.
Well, here we are at the last bus
I've lost interest
You could build an ad for an anti-coal
You could invade Poland, sweep dead to the foe
You could cut the holes or lay a dumb by thirds
Just don't come from the western suburbs
You go to the disco, the boss is a beast
You go on in peace, it's the voice of the east
Gotta hang outside of the plumber's herd
Just don't come from the western suburbs
Just don't come from the western suburbs
Just don't come from the western suburbs
Support the Olympics, what a load of bird
Marry the ugly, unmooted birds
You're the only one who gets what you deserve
Just don't come from the western suburbs
Just don't come from the western suburbs
Just don't come from the western suburbs
We are Whales
Got your education down at the Tech
You could never have heard of the proletariat
Never been there of course
That's what I heard
I never came from a western suburb
We are Whales
Got your education down at the Tech
You're the only one who gets what you deserve
Just don't come from the western suburbs
Just don't come from the western suburbs
You could never have heard of the proletariat
Never been there of course
That's what I heard
I never came from a western suburb
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we are starting off with Elders I Excel
$1.50 ladies and gentlemen
It then went down to $5.53
Next $2.21
Ladies and gentlemen, Elders is no more
We are now dealing with Foster's Brewing
Foster's Brewing, it's going down
It's going down
It keeps going down
Ladies and gentlemen, here's a go
Elsewhere's $0.29
All ordinary Zinbeck
Screamed out of the night
All ordinary Zinbeck
He haunts me to my bed
All ordinary Zinbeck
It fills me full of roaming
All ordinary Zinbeck
Never leaves my side
Nanananananananananananananana
Oh oh oh
All ordinary Zinbeck
Oh oh oh
All ordinary Zinbeck
Take me from my own club
Read me off my sentence
Send me back to caring
Give me rest and shield on
Oh oh oh
All ordinary Zinbeck
Oh oh oh
All ordinary Zinbeck
Oh oh oh
All ordinary Zinbeck
Oh oh oh
All ordinary Zinbeck
Excuse me, can I have this dance?
There's a bill went flying, if my pants my pants call the job
You can call me Rick and the Rick
Give me your seal of approval
Give me your seal of approval
Let's start with the dance
Starting the day with cereal
Now I feel quite ethereal
It's gonna end in turn, but nearly all
And then it's time for the dance
Give me your seal of approval
Give me your seal of approval
Let's start with the dance
Let's rock it today
Give me your seal of approval
Let's rock it today
Give me your seal of approval
Let's rock it today
Let's rock it today
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
No, no, yeah
Don't wanna do sound checks
Don't wanna do gigs
Don't wanna do any rehearsal
I just wanna get a girl
Maybe have kids
A total reversal
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
Proposition, yeah
Put away my songbook
Put away my guitar
Put away my balaclava
I'll swap them for a briefcase
And a family car
I just wanna be a farmer
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
Proposition, yeah
I don't want to forget
I just want to go around
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
I don't want to forget
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
Proposition, yeah
Ain't no family proposition
I just want to go around
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
I just want to go around
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
Rock and roll ain't no family proposition
I just want to go around
I'll have you
Look what gave them poison
Look what bought them rubble
Look what bought them lady
If you don't think of me there'll be trouble
I'll have you
I'll have you
Ladies and gentlemen, for the next song, My Generation, could you welcome onto the stage Tizem's first guests for the evening?
What do you do when you're truly faithless?
The younger generation are generally wrong
When you think your parents are pretty okay
It's hard to write a good teen rebellion song
My generation, they think that rebellion is a good thing
My generation, they think that rebellion is keeping your bathroom dirty
My parents' house is clean and neat
I've never trust a person under 30
Oh, what do you think? My generation
My generation
Don't you know graffiti is reactionary
Be revolutionary, join the parenthood crew
My parents watch TV, they go to bed
And you can all snigger behind their backs
Most of the people who play rock and roll
What they need is a damn good smack
My investigation leaves no hesitation
And reevaluation of estimation of My generation
My generation
Don't you all just get off the balcony
My generation
Oh, that's good, oh, that's right
Everything hard, oh, that's tight
Women, men, feel best in girls
Never again to finger the curls of their heads so exquisite
Never again to visit the palace of love
40 years of living, then dead, that's all that's left
The work is just beginning
As my hair begins to tick
The pleasure is past and all that's dear
Has friended and for life disappeared
Never again to visit the palace
The palace of love
40 years of living, then dead, that's all that's left
Perfume, the smell of perfume is forgotten
The shape of a room, the sheets on a bed
They disappear forever from my head
No more than a sudden thrill
As you dip into the swill
Never again to visit the palace
The palace of love
40 years of living, then dead, that's all that's left
40 years, then dead, 40 years, that's all that's left
Take the terror bills, every time
She's all mine
I'm working on the chart
Art is for the filthy rich
And their noble fucking minds
Cos they're the only arseholes
With any fucking time
To go to the restaurants and the galleries
And the museums and dine
While all the grotty working class
They're working down the binds
They're really very self-aware
They like to love all men
They wouldn't want to eat an egg
That comes from a battery hen
And they support universal justice
They think that life is absurd
Just like they're breaded Kathgar
And the other bleeding pretentious nerds
Well me, me
I'd rather go to Brody
Get my face beat in
Disfigured for life by some lethal lout
With a piece of tin
And when I'm sitting in my hospital bed
My face slashed down the middle
At least I won't be called artistic
Or any of that, Biddle
I want to tear them both apart
You want to do a lot
No, a tad reproachin'
Casting at the side of a little toe stroke
Yeah, fuck the bones
Oh fuck the bones
Fuck the bones
Fuck the bones
Fuck the bones
Fuck the bones
Higher up, folks
Rock stars tend to suicide
They don't seem so romantic
When you worry about time
Bob Scott would be a lot of this week
He'd be just a winter vision
For the alec cream
If the electorate is rock
Be a smart thinker
Give it all up
For hook line and sinker
Go with your feet
Rock's had its day
Your new electorate
It's out on the bay
You got to hire
A boat
I want to make you higher
I want to make you higher
I want to make you higher
I want to make you higher
I want to make you higher
Now I want to make you
Pay that money to the man
At the front
And he's going to give you two whores
With every boat, yeah
Don't want to be the bad boys in rock
Don't want to buy the railroad
In a cause that he won't shut
Just want to leave my tip
The kids will
They'll rule the land
I want a boat
A boat
A boat
What a freak out
A boat
You're a bandit
Don't want to roll it
A boat
You're a bandit
Don't ask me
Just go
I want a boat
A boat
Give it all up
Go catch some snapper
Introducing on to stage Tizum's next guests
who will accompany Tizum on Life Kills
music
Who cares about the lies you're trying to say?
When we get burned we start to breathe
Being healthy is costly to dinner
And lies that get so cold is epidemic
Why on crocodile, vegetarian?
How come a tuna wasn't a honey?
Why didn't Hitler steal a brarian?
Why don't people find breakfast funny?
Rock hills, rock hills
Glasses and turnin' on the power of heat
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Who invented the businessman?
Who told bankers to mini up low?
Who gave us right on credit and fed?
Who told teenagers, think I'm a minor bureau?
I'm going down to the one that's on work these whole days
Where are we? What's going on down here?
It's a broken world, seven-year hell
We're all about dinner in our own abode
Rock hills, rock hills
Glasses and turnin' on the power of heat
Rock hills, rock hills
Glasses and turnin' on the power of heat
Glasses and turnin' on the power of heat
Glasses and turnin' sweet on the mountain
Glasses and turnin' sweet on the mountain
Glasses and turnin' sweet on the mountain
Glasses and turnin' sweet on the mountain
Ladies and gentlemen, for the Judeo-Christian ethic,
Tism will be accompanied by tubas, the largest of the brass family.
I dip my dog in some dog food
I found I couldn't stop
I wanted to get some more
It was a long way to the shop
I don't know where I'm going
I sure know where I've been
Been stickin' it in chompy dog food
Ever since I was nine-teen-old
Oh chompy, woof! So lumpy, woof!
So yummy, woof! In my tummy, woof!
What has happened to the dialectic?
Between my brain, my dick
One look at that chompy, it nearly makes me sick
That sticky-drippin' digger mind
Got its own ideology
All I want my dog to do is have a simple wee-yoo
Oh chompy, woof! So lumpy, woof!
So yummy, woof! In my tummy, woof!
My dick's gone on that act dick
Nearly goin' spastic
See chompy on red spot special
It draws me like elastic
I know more about pet food
Than others have forgotten
So bend over, Fido
Let me knead your bottom
Oh chompy, woof! So lumpy, woof!
So yummy, woof! In my tummy, woof!
Oh chompy, woof! So lumpy, woof!
So yummy, woof! In my tummy, woof!
Introducing TSM's next guests
Who will dance with them in their next song, Root
Ten, ten, ten, yeah
Ten to your trinite lives
While I, I, I
Poke you between the eyes
Like a smell, smell, smell
Smell you from here
So pants, pants, pants
I'll stay with you, woof!
Ten, ten, ten, yeah
Ten to your trinite lives
While I, I, I
Poke you between the eyes
Like a smell, smell, smell
Smell you from here
So pants, pants, pants
I'll stay with you, woof!
Woof!
TSM's next guests
Root Ten, ten, ten, yeah
Ten to your trinite lives
While I, I, I
Poke you between the eyes
Like a smell, smell, smell
Smell you from here
So pants, pants, pants
I'll stay with you, woof!
From the masked pipes of TSM
TSM
A one key three, no
Cruiser, cruiser, cruiser
Cops, cops, cops
Dribble, dribble, dribble
Cops, cops, cops
Ten, ten, ten, yeah
A one key three, no
Cruiser, cruiser, cruiser
Cops, cops, cops
Dribble, dribble, dribble
Ten, ten, ten, yeah
Ten, ten, ten, yeah
A boy, a boy, a boy
A boy, a boy, a boy
A one key three, no
Cruiser, cruiser, cruiser
Rifle, rifle, rifle
Attack, attack, attack
Ten, ten, ten, yeah
Ten, ten, ten, yeah
I'll save my baby, he's a dog
I'll save my baby, he's a dog
I'll save my baby, he's a dog
Come on, time, what a day I've had
Music good from start to grad
We are evil, have these roots to chew
We have ways of making you prove
Come on, baby, settle down, riddle the book
Clear your brothers tongue, fill in the loss of past
I'll hurry up and run, move to the dead end
Departate on my face
Get to the bunker, looks like a star
Turn on the TV, it's all one big lie
We are evil, have these roots to chew
We have ways of making you prove
Come on, baby, settle down, riddle the book
Clear your brothers tongue, fill in the loss of past
I'll hurry up and run, move to the dead end
Departate on my face
Departate on my face
Music good from start to grad
It's on the rations, it's near the end
Proud to say my girl, they'll be used in this bed
What's that evil? Your bow, it's on strike
Then it's all over for my friend
Right, come on, baby, settle down, riddle the book
Clear your brothers tongue, fill in the loss of past
I'll hurry up and run, move to the dead end
Departate on my face
Departate on my face
Ladies and gentlemen, during the Foster's Car Park Boogie, Tizem will be accompanied by a massed guitarist,
each hand-picked for their virtuosity, skill and musical might.
Still they come, the creme de la creme of the Melbourne guitar fraternity,
weighing in at over 1,370 pounds, combined for the first time in one feast of guitar playing wizardry.
I'm a bogan, baby, always was, I'm only happy when I punch a mod
He morphed a pine-head turd
I looked at my mate and said, thank you, God
Dye black hair, done all spiky
I saw him laugh when they played Bon Jovi
Had a jacket on just like a bikey
If there's a bigger mod, could you please show me?
Jumped up, little bludger
Baby mates were gathered round
What was all but nothing much
Had your pyramarkers on
My dinner was nearly crushed my crutch
Thought they'd make a witcher down
But then I said, well, what the fuck
Lost this car park I've always found
Just out there on Omnibus
Some dogs jumped up, little bludger
When I see you, what a puncher
We followed him out of the club
Told him, fuck the bro, we'll never die
Then down on a dirty pitcherman
Me mates and I showed him just why
If you want to die for art
If you wear black leather pants
Come on down to Foster's car park
Where me and the boys give you your chance
Some dogs jumped up, little bludger
When I see you, what a puncher
Some dogs jumped up, little bludger
When I see you, what a puncher
You know, me and my baby
Don't come up like us
She is, she's got a satra
We gotta come us, we gotta come us
She's got a satra
We gotta come us, we gotta come us
We gotta come us, we gotta come us
We gotta come us, we gotta come us
I, I love her
Cause I hate to speak it bitch
She is like a train or a horse
I forget what it's
Ooh, it's the fall
It's the fall of the satra
It's the fall of the vertrois
Ooh, it's the fall
It's the fall of the satra
It's the fall of the vertrois
I'm out in the outside
I break the law
It's, it's the tip
The book's the ball
The book's the ball
I'll take responsibility
For many most wishes
Oh, I'll be broken
I'll do the dishes
I'll do the dishes
Ooh, it's the fall
It's the fall of the satra
It's the fall of the vertrois
Ooh, it's the fall
It's the fall of the satra
It's the fall of the vertrois
Ooh, it's the fall of the vertrois
Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to witness an act of almost incomprehensible musicianship.
Keep your eyes carefully on Les Miserables.
Here, he approaches the mic.
Be prepared for the musicological turning point of your existence.
Ladies and gentlemen, Les Miserables on triangle.
One, two, three, four.
Ooh, please hold.
Je vy l'tille c'est bon, dépeur.
Oohn, please hold.
Je v'y l'tille c'est bon, dépeur.
Ouhn, please hold
Je vaisc'ảjûr
Ce sera déjà fin
Ouhn, please hold
Je vaisc'ца chaîne
76 hours a week
I hate every moment
Oh, but I do it because
No song,
When I was the age of four I fell in love with my sister
Still have a strange attraction To women with faces like hers
I'm running away
I'm running away
I'm running away
I'm running away
I'm running away
I'm running away
I'm running away
I'm running away
Howdy, champ, you been picking the daisies?
Feeling sort of virally lazy
Ready to go home on the trucking crazy
I'm Martel, a school city dance
Martel, Martel
Why don't we go catch a movie?
Don't we go catch a movie
Something a lot harder to lose
A bad blood killing our teenage bluesy
Or meeting some more black and bluesy
Martell, Martell
Martell, Martell
Martell, Martell
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See, I got this man called Robby De Niro
I give him a lot, he's a goddamn hero
Stop round here for a drink of beer
You might be happy now, but you'll be feeling like zero
Martell, Martell
Martell, Martell
Martell, Martell
Martell, Martell
Just when I feel like something's starting
Keep on bumping into Martell
Just when I feel a little bit queasy
Keep on bumping into Miss Cosmosy
Martell, Martell
Martell, Martell
Martell, Martell
Martell, Martell
Yeah!
Well, I don't want to live and I don't want to die.
I want to shoot heroin through the...
Well, I want it to shine and I want it to rain.
I want to get hit by a freight train.
I want to be by the river below that balsa, yeah.
I think I got Saturday night palsy.
Well, I think I got it.
I want to walk along that balsa, yeah, yeah.
I think I got Saturday night palsy.
You get ten seconds.
It's about time.
Someone better shoot me before it's too late.
I want to be impaled on a pending foot mistake.
Well, I think you'll be too see me overload.
Well, I think my e-water is going to explode.
I think I got Saturday night palsy.
Hey, hey.
I think I got Saturday night palsy.
Well, apparently.
I walk up the loop on the lump and palsy, yeah, yeah.
I think I got Saturday night palsy.
He ain't seen with a bullet.
Saturday night, Saturday night, Saturday night palsy.
Saturday night, Saturday night, Saturday night palsy.
Oh, you got the idea.
Yeah, I think I got Saturday night palsy.
I mean, I'm so shifty by policy.
Yeah.
We played on it together on Saturday night palsy, yeah, yeah.
We make them off key, let's clear that light.
We make them off key, let's support it hard-tied.
We make them off key, this is the new right.
I got a brand new car, I got a new set of clothes.
I want to pull my brains out through my nose.
Show me to the wheelbarrow and show me to the bar.
I want to jump into a van to pop-tart.
Viva Peruda, Vallon Ben Balzy.
Hit it to me now.
I think I got Saturday night palsy.
I think I got it, I think I got it.
I want a bottle of Viva Vallon Ben Balzy.
Yeah, yeah.
I think I got Saturday night palsy.
Lets get pretty.
Saturday night.
Saturday night.
Saturday night palsy.
Saturday night.
Saturday night.
Saturday night palsy.
Let's re-speak that word.
Saturday night.
Saturday night.
Saturday night palsy.
And yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Saturday night.
Certainly not, certainly not cozy
Help me, Doctor
Fuck your share of film
Fuck your cheap black
Fuck all your place right here
Fuck you big man
I drive a car
Fuck your scotch and soda
Fuck your underground
Drive a car to truck in my state
Fuck I drive a car
Fuck your fucking furniture
Fuck your giving care
Fuck you if you please
Fuck you rock box again
I drive a car
Drive a car
Fuck your respiration
Fuck your incarceration
Fuck your olivium addiction
Fuck your oil inflation
Drive a car
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