Tornts Dirty Town
Tightropes with Nikes tied and my friends close
Voices in my head reach crescendos
No love for the fronters….pretend rogues
We in a dirty old town without the Pogues
Lights flashing in the evening and fiends fiending
Holes in their arms like beestings
Lost memories, bottleshop key rings
Lacoste crocodiles snap in a sea of sin
See my face in, Murkville AUS
Ups and downs like a track for the bmx
You don't know the half bruh….43%
I've came up from nothing
So it's best you don't forget
Melbourne our streets all looking like craters
Bombed, and young skitz Majors are quick to respond
Hats pulled down so the cameras are wrong
And names are anon, my don
We're in a dirty old town, we're in a dirty old town, we're in a dirty old town, street visions living here brother play it loud
We're in a dirty old town, we're in a dirty old town, we're in a dirty old town, street visions living here money wears the crown
Beanied up, my jacket like an 80s soviet
Overstand i merk slow like an opiate
So repugnant, in the jungle
Where the vines are power lines
We Herman Munster'ed, get amongst it
Viking the whole of Babylon leave it plundered
Speak in centuries, and keep it one hundred
Imma f..ckin live my days just how i want to
Some cunts are deranged they just run up on you
Cut and paste with pain there ain't no undo
Old steel that braise that chewy sinew
Cold breath in the air and ghetto mildew
No gods to praise the power's in you
Dark nights in the archives
With the barflies and their past lives
Gleaming shark eyes, distant like par 5'scos of hard lives
You don't want to come around we don't rock no disguise
