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Shit Hit the Fan
00:36
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I don’t understand why it didn’t go to plan
Well it doesn’t matter now cause the shit hit the fan
Tried to pull a scam on an angry Mexican
Now I’m flying to Japan cause the shit hit the fan
Cooking in a pan some spaghetti from a can
Well it’s tasting really bland cause it’s not my favourite brand
I was sitting on the can, got a call from old mate Dan
‘til I tripped up on my pants and did a scatter dance
Don’t look now but the shit hit the fan!!!
You needa listen man, it was worth four twenty grand
But I did all that I can, but the shit hit the fan
It started with dance and then I lost my pants
Everybody clap your hands, now the shit hit the fan!!!!!
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Please don’t steal my shit
Well Batman wasn’t there to stop the naughty person who came and stole shit from my car
Some fuckin’ joker smashed his window in and stole three of our guitars
And when they told us they had caught the guy but that your shit was gone
The only way to vent our rage was taking stage and putting it in song
I’m sick of this, I’m really pissed off
He lost his bike early this year
I’ve lost everything including my tolerance for this
Please don’t steal my shit
And this is a message to all of you kids
Who want to commit felonies
To go out and find someone else
Who’s got more shit left than me
Please don’t steal my shit
And if you’re still thinking about stealing shit
You better not do it to me
Cause I don’t have any shit left
You’ll find it all at Cashies™️
Please don’t steal my shit
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3. |
I'm Not Your Mate, Mate
02:35
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Meet with a guy so you can buy a Stackhat™️ off of Gumtree™️
Act real sly, haggle and try to make an offer real cheap
But he's not understanding cause what he was demanding was a twenty, not a penny less
He doesn't appreciate attempts to communicate, he grabs your shirt and says
I'm not your mate, mate
At Subway™️ and you're sayin’, “Hey, put some pickles on my footlong”
She says, “Yes, and what will you have next?” but only put literally three on
You say, “Hey please excuse me, are you listenin’ to me? Cause your pickle hand is fickle as hell”
She says, “You get what you get, mate, and you don't get upset”
You spit your Slurpee™️ out and yell
I'm not your mate, mate
You hear a loud noise outside while you’re trying to sleep, it’s fuckin’ late
And then some drunken bogan comes along, a-crashin’ through the gate
Stumbles on your front porch, puffs his durry, says, “Excuse me mate”
I said, “I’m not”
“You’re not what?”
I’m not your fuckin’ mate!
No (no) (no) (no) (no) (no) (no) (no) (no) (no) (no) (no)
We could’ve been best friends, we coulda got along
When you came over to my place, you broke my best bong
And you still won’t accept responsibility for the break
So I’m telling you at this rate
I’m not your mate, mate
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4. |
Drinking on the Floor
03:47
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Hello please come in through the door
You must’ve heard the news, I’m sure
We’re not dead, but we’re very poor
That’s why we’re drinking on the floor
That’s why we’re drinking on the floor
That’s why we’re drinking on the floor
Where to from here, I’m not so sure
For now we’re drinking on the floor
We thought we’d try a game of blackjack
And lost it all on our first crack
Spun the big wheel, put the rest on black
And now it’s never coming back
Pass me the goon sack, I’ll chug the lot
No chairs, just four walls and a door
Sold them so we could drink some more
And soon our bums will all be sore
From all this drinking on the floor
From all this drinking on the floor
From all this drinking on the floor
Where to from here, I’m not so sure
For now we’re drinking on the floor
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5. |
The Burgs
03:43
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You’re done with every option, but there’s one left
Such a simple creation, a patty and bread
Slider into my mouth
I’ll take twenty more
No resisting temptation
When the buns hit my lips
Cause I'd
Jump off a bridge
Drive off a cliff
Swallow rusty nails
Die
Painting a fence
Swallowing glue
Listen to Nickelback on repeat
For the burgs
Doin’ it for the burgs
Hey what you lookin’ at, boy? Don’t move an inch
One finger near my burger, I’ll make you my bitch
This is my advice to you
And I’m not kiddin’ around
This is flavour country baby
And now you’re struttin’ in my town
Because I’d
Throw out my scotch
Trade you my watch
Listen to Justin Bieber
Die
Eating a shoe
Swallowing glue
Now I want you to
Gimme some cheese (Hey!)
Gimme some sauce (Ho!)
Gimme onions (Hey!)
Gimme double patties (Ho!)
Chicken schnitzel in bread (Whoa!)
Veggie patty in bread (Yeah!)
Put some salad in if you like
Doin’ it for the burgs (for the burgs!)
For the burgs (for the burgs!)
Doin’ it for the burgs (for the burgs!)
For the burgs (for the burgs!)
Doin’ it for the cat (for the cat!)
For the dog (for the dog!)
Doin’ it for your mum (for your mum!)
For your dad (for your dad!)
Doin’ it for the...
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6. |
Impossible Triangle
04:28
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We three young men
The best of friends
We’ll love each other till the end
We love to share
To keep it fair
Still, there’s one thing that breeds despair
It’s the last slice
Someone’s always gonna lose
Even when we order two
I understand the convenience
Of the slicing procedure
But it’s pitting me against my dudes
If sliced by nine
All would be fine
It ain’t that hard to read my mind
Well you don’t need
A maths degree
To know eight don’t divide by three
I see the panic in their eyes
They got plans on my last slice
Well I’m fuckin’ done being nice
Who wants to die?
Someone’s always gonna lose
Even when we order two
I understand the convenience
Of the slicing procedure
But it’s pitting me against my dudes
And someone’s always gonna lose
Tried to be nice
But fuck you guys
My friend, you’re dead to me if you touch that slice!!
Someone’s always gonna lose
Even when we order two
I understand the convenience
Of the slicing procedure
But it’s pitting me against my dudes
And someone’s always gonna lose
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7. |
Hot Sauce Pentagram
04:15
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Crawl from the void, feeling destroyed
From being drunk and unemployed
Am I alive? I can’t decide
Been so long since I’ve felt the spice
It’s in my head and glowing red
Jalapeño of the undead
Now I recite the ancient rites
And draw the runes in red on my kitchen floor
Is that blood or is it something much more?
O ancient flame I can’t explain
Please reawaken my dead brain
Need to be filled with hot sauce till
I’m breathing fire from my gills
Pizza? Taco? I can’t say no!
To this haunted habanero
I need the spice, bring me back to life
Now I can feel it bleeding out through my skin
I’m burnin’ up from within
And I know now that I won’t survive
I feel the sweat pouring down
Will I burn or I drown?
Summon the demons
I wanna feel it
Need a little help
From the depths of hell
The burning is done
But the worst part’s yet to come
I need you to pray for me now
As I feel the sting
I don’t regret a thing
Summon the demons
I wanna feel it
Need a little help
From the depths of hell
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8. |
Pizza Drunk
05:47
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Some nights you need company
Some comfort with extra cheese
So call me when you're feeling lonely
And I'll bring you hot pepperoni
Slice after slice, slice after slice
I'm feelin’ cheesy baby
Night after night, night after night
Got you on speed dial lately
Slice after slice, slice after slice
I’ll be there in five minutes or it’s free for you
I wanna get pizza drunk with you
Love comes in every size
With garlic bread on the side
Some say pineapple's a step too far
Well fuck them! I think you’re perfect the way you are
Slice after slice, slice after slice
No I don't wanna go out
Night after night, night after night
I'm happy here on the couch
Slice after slice, slice after slice
Open that box and let me share something with you
I wanna get pizza drunk with you
I wanna get pizza drunk with you
(I wanna pizza you)
Pizza drunk with you
(We can go half-and-half too)
Pizza drunk with you
(Stuff my crust, say I do!!!)
I wanna get pizza drunk with you
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BRODOWN Melbourne, Australia
Brodown might be too loud, but they really are very good boys. Fixtures of Melbourne's punk scene, sure they yell a lot, but with songs about cats and not being an arsehole, it's always for a good cause.
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