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Celebration
03:09
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I can't tell you anything anymore.
You made your swag now lie in it.
Tossing and turning from bed sores.
Now the R.S.L. is coughing on its knees.
What we want is a celebration, it's what this country needs.
Ah. It's a celebration!
Fisticuffs is a poor man's dictionary.
And bad news is commonplace wherever you roam.
Now can I get an example of some positive preamble?
What we need is a celebration it's what you want you know.
Pulling faces.
To get a reaction.
Ah. It's a celebration!
Just a little squeeze and watch the head pop off.
I didn't wanna tell you but you wouldn't listen to me.
I can tell you of the future if you wanna know.
What we need is a celebration it's what you want you know.
Pulling faces.
To get a reaction.
Ah. It's a celebration!
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Circling sharks in tiny cars.
Nobody knows who their neighbours are.
Narcotic connections to a viral star.
Simulated culture in a Merivale bar.
There's no explanation.
All across the nation.
Fake dimensions of reality.
Following fads of physicality.
Low-fat foods from the microwave.
The national way is an obsolete cliche.
There's no explanation.
All across the nation.
Dirty talkers, power walkers.
Trash culture, KISS FM.
Cheap sneakers, booty callers.
What the fuck are you into?
Punch your way to manhood.
Denigrate the misunderstood.
Prehistoric coming of age.
And every bloody day it's the same cliche.
The same cliche.
There's no explanation.
All across the nation.
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Sturm and Drang
02:40
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There's too many online experts.
And not enough sturm and drang.
Spend half the effort you put into 'gramming,
On beating the system my friend.
We got social media influencers,
The parasitic elite.
I've never seen such a worthless pimple on society's arsecheek.
Biding their time.
Worms in my mind.
Controlling everything.
Just feel them biding their time.
Worms in my mind.
Controlling everything.
Cover and spray your filth elsewhere,
You anti-coagulant scum.
Stop looking at your mates for cues,
Cos time waits for no-one.
For fiddle and sticks lay my daydreams,
In a world where we walk and don't run.
Syphoning pieces of half-truths,
From a digital trail of crumbs.
Biding their time.
Worms in my mind.
Controlling everything.
Just feel them biding their time.
Worms in my mind.
Controlling everything.
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Nasty Party Sydney, Australia
Passionate, political and firmly attached to the dancefloor, Australian band Nasty Party are an energetic New Wave and Punk Rock outfit built around the twin songwriting, vocal and guitar attack of Nasty Simon and Rhys Nasty, formed in 2019.
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