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Ripped Off

24/12/89

By BrenPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

i can’t sing

they can’t fucking play

you wanted to see us

you had to pay

in it for the money

we don’t care about you

you make us sick

so watcha gonna do?

(do you feel cheated?)

i couldn’t get a job

so they kicked me off the dole

now i’m stuck

rotting in this suburban hole

Malcom was inspiring

he showed me what to do

someone has to pay our way

it may as well be you

(do you feel you’ve lost?)

we formed a band

four talentless yobs

getting paid to be obnoxious

it’s better than having jobs

so take your fucking nine to five

and shove it up your arse

cause we’re the fucking future

and we aint got no class

(i ripped you fuckin blind)

you thought we were good

you thought we were great

you bought all our records

and now its to late

we ripped you off

robbed you with out pity

and this our thanks

tough fuckin titty

(and i couldn’t give a toss)

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I wrote this after deciding to fuck christmas I was going to watch the Great Rock and Roll Swindle and no I do not want to look at the fucking lights! I remember the date real well. After it was over and the ruckus from downstairs had died down I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote that. Further to this; it actually got music a few years later and was performed at various shit venues in and around Brisbane Qld.

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Bren

“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me

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    Written by Bren