Over sexed and underpaid - everyday’s like a holiday Cambodia 1978 perfect family getaway gasoline and boredom radiation poisoning apocalyptic courtship's this is fucking awesome the orphans don’t have curfews -wearing t shirts that read fuck you -and nothing says i love you like cuddling beneath a mushroom - cloud look at this wasteland , a Graceland for a daed elvis walking these badlands with a vague plan head ache and a fist full of downers picking up the pieces, searching for jesus -down the back of couches just because i’m dead sharing beds with a succubus doesn’t mean that i’m fucking helpless work shy pervert standing at the edge of earth throwing my dreams in everything cheapened, guess thats the price of turning life into a weekend wild beasts crumbling buildings haunted by hordes -of mutant children sewers are ozzing with rumors of cures for tumors with enough youtube viewings - of course its nonsense answer to our problems in the comments opions of faceless millions 
the voice of god shame he don’t love us fuck him wear our cancer like its a fashion point of pride look outside cultural vacuum so alive still nothing happens keep on rapping why though? popping a valium die slow suicide app on my i phone a hundred years from now it’ll be alright bro toxic waste amazing body of work with an ugly face describing the beauty and death that I’ve seen in the memory of a dream left me drunk and obsessed> -now I’m quarantined to obscurity picturesque horror scene leather face in a comedy laugh along with the dead like you know what it means

when i was young my parents used to lie to me a lot my mother once told me the water from the hot tap was poisonous on another occasion my father said the sound of the waves breaking was a Taniwha now i have a reckless imagination my folks were working class hippies which meant we ate organic granny smith apples but it was ok to swear at the television there was always a pack of dogs in our house all of which my mother had composed songs for my father smoked weed and played scrabble with local madmen sometimes he'd sit for hours without speaking and then suddenly say something like Reconbockulating and refuse to elaborate for a few months to rebel my sister became a born again Christian and i was forbidden to eat mc Donald's or watch the A team so i survived on Volgels bread and Easten European coming of age films its funny how everyone thinks their normal at age 7 my heros were Arnold schwarzenegger , Elvis Presley and the Velvet Underground the boogieman was Robert Muldon at gay fawkes we'd burn crude effigies of him in screaming bonfires i remember protests against the springbok tour against Rogernomics against nuclear testing carnivals of desperate rage parading down queen street amongst this unrest the rainbow warrior came to town i had imagined something majestic after all it was going save us from nuclear holocaust but it was just a big green boat and then some french spies blew it up i had the same name as one of the agents at my primary school the decal rating was so low it had a decibel point in front of it once the mayor came to talk to the school we all sat on the field while she gave her speech two dogs started fucking behind her and this says all you need to know about Grey Lynn primary everybody in the neighborhood was fluent in violence they spoke it at school, the teachers to the students the parents to the teachers the students to me my mother would scream it at us in the bath waving wooden spoons and plastic sandals my father would mutter it throwing toys and televisions out onto the road the older kids would hiss it in the streets after dark to this day i understand the language perfectly but cant speak a word of it to save myself my mother believed we wouldn't live to grow up that nuclear bombs would rain down on us out any second so she let us run wild in the sewers beneath our street high on brown sugar and nightmares it was the 80's things were different then when i was young it seemed like everything was crazy. now I'm older i know that it is.

Watching Movies on dirty screens I've been lost in a world of dreams and it feels so real to me I’m sitting in front of a broken screen Feels like I woke from a dream so surreal –now that the pain has ceased all that remains is the stains on the sheets From the days where we ran from sleep And Made love in the gutter with the flames at our feet -I never loved who you claimed to be Rather the heart that beat beneath the fame Fantasy Change channels, now I’m in melboune Sharing my fears and my bed with this women -We only got three things in common Sex affection and a love of valium Better than nothing Better than suffering Every evening Sitting and watching that vampire movie you kept repeating The one where your friends are bleeding you dry And if the meaning of life is to find some piece of mind Then their love is death I really believe we should have fled to Cambodia They have monkeys and opium there We could have been so happy But the vampires were hungry - Your mother was crazy And your t shirt empire was well past saving Watching Movies on dirty screens I've been lost in a world of dreams and it feels so real to me We could have had it all no less Settled for fast food and slow death After all those years You’re stranger to me than the strangers that warm my bed -Don’t you think it’s weird? Living in the past with the dead Replaying the movies of when you were famous Staring at the glass in tears Still - I gave you all I had to give You took more and said it wasn’t shit I understand- usually it’s the opposite Me with the bloody bits of heart in my hands So maybe this is karma for that shit Or maybe this is melodramatic Or maybe it’s trying to make sense Of the course of events that actually happened Whatever, go be famous on k road Wasting time drinking wine with vapid assholes Deny that you lived off my wages and royalties Act like you supported me -please I hope one of your get rich schemes Means you live out the dreams That we once shared in the beds behind the scenes Of the movies that played in your head Watching Movies on dirty screens I've been lost in a world of dreams and it feels so real to me All my dreams have happy endings so woke me when its over

we arrived some years ago a million miles from home armed to the teeth the words were scratched into the kitchen wall the mercy and though it was in english we could not understand but after endless days on the veranda watching the sun rise and fall nothing to do but let days burn as animals dreamed up by a mad god wander treeless plains after months hiding beneath corrugated iron roofs while the sun shrieked overhead after years of red sand filling our lungs and dreams now it is perfect in its poetry the mercy of a new dawn awaken in sweet soaked nightmares the mercy of laughing hysterically, red faced and wide eyed at nothing the mercy of the songs we sung as children familiar on our tongues twisting our hearts till tears roll into our beards the mercy of letters from home words that smell faintly of rain and forgiveness the mercy of suicide respite from back breaking boredom the mercy of drinking the nights dead falling through the house screaming your mothers name bloody and half starved waiting for orders that will never arrive the mercy of fear and madness the mercy of rice paper fairy tales the devil stalks this godless land the mercy of whores with desert cunts and charcoal hearts whispering the name of lost loves in beds of piss and death the mercy of memories of home whittled down to shimmering perfection the mercy of death waiting patiently to take us from this burning hell

Theres Blood in my eyes I haven’t seen it all but I seen enough One more night like this and I’ve seen 2 much There’s blood in my eyes where my dreams were cut Now a days I survive on beans and luck She says she -loves to fuck, who am I to argue When this passive bloodlust has turned this life into a Cartoon And you can pray at an alter or a bar stool but you gotta pay either way when its last call her reflection in my blood shot retinas no love loss no connection just sex till the big fuck off a nonstop trip for the senses ignorance is bless but innocence was better I retrace baby steps, to been reborn with a hobby bored and horny looking for something discovered porn and Chomsky Now the world don’t look so warm and cuddly behind the velvet rope they sell there souls so whores will love em she said that’s nothing showed me the scars on her wrists I laughed pulled out my heart put it on the bar with our drinks Sitting like Kurtz at the end of the delta spitting verse about the horror, living wild in the outta limits she said finish your drink my place or yours I’ll show you the time off your life but I’ve seen it all before I don’t believe in whores we just damaged children Damned to dance with dozens damsels for a little feeling A universe inside a madman’s dream Where everyone can get the girl, play out a badlands scnce She put her hand on my knee and knocked back her shot Said I’m leaving are u coming? I was like fuck it why not Every night has a come down Every beauty fades Every life has a curtain call Every room’s a stage Every dream has a morning Every love fly’s away There’s blood in my eyes zombie gaze You will have to ask Todd for his verse as I can't be fucked typing it out