But- I don't know where to begin. We built our houses on the coast, Drove our roads to the bush, Built our houses in the bush, Drove our roads to the mountains. When the sea stands up And the bush starts to burn And the mountains fall down- Don't you ever get tired of growing? Don't you ever get tired? Everything is out of control. Everything is out of control. I swore we'd never grow old, But wouldn't you know. I built my body in the dark, Built a fear in my body, Drove my fear round to yours To sink some Bowler's Run. Whose big idea was it To dream up such a violent place? We all grow. We all grow. We all break down. Everything is out of control. It's all out of control. I swore we'd never grow old. I swore we'd never grow old. But I- Oh I- Oh I- Oh I- Don't know where to begin. I don't know where to begin. I don't know where- 'cause- Everything is out of control. I swore we'd never grow old, But wouldn't you know.

Tired, And losing time again. Just sliding into circles and static, And sleeping in again. I've been thinking 'bout the Curtin show. Making secret agents, smoking 'round the corner, While we're listening to Built to Spill And breaking down time and again. I'm breaking down time again. Oh my god, what colour was the sky again? (Oh, well I guess I can't know for sure.) Oh my god, I'm gonna lose myself again. (Oh, well I guess I can't ask for more.) And the rattle under the stairs, And the rattle and the rattle under the stairs. You can feel it, you can feel it there, That rattle. Oh, Looks like that time again. Just rolling into work like static And going home again. I've been thinkin' 'bout the late night glow. Talkin' shit and tryna make it sound convincing, While we're listening to Pavement. Oh my mask is slipping down again. I'm slipping through time again. Oh my god, what colour was the sky again? (Oh, well I guess I can't know for sure.) Oh my god, I can't feel myself again. (Oh, well I guess I couldn't ask for more.) Oh my god, I feel so fuckin' alien. (Oh, well steady up and lock the door.) Oh my god, what colour was my mind again? (Oh, well I guess I can't know for sure.)

If sticks and stones were healthy bones, We'd be right back in 2177, But it's 2220 and our skeletons are hollow From the mutagenic smoke. And maybe if I found some job underground I'd feel less fucking doomed. With a locker full of ammo and a stake in the racket And a well-provisioned panic room. Atomic God, Please just pity me. I wasn't born in the arms of the Church of the Holy Nuke. Brothers past, Please remember me. We're gonna die like dogs in the gutters of the city, man And that's the gospel truth. And while we're crawling up the arse Of the bunker-dwelling class Just remember not to speak about the time we ate Gavin 'Cause the hypocrites here Could find a conscience at the drop of a hat. And we could tag a dozen relix Fight a hundred mutant hordes And do a thousand fucking missions Past the northern fucking wall. At the end of the day we'll still be dying on the surface While they're living it up underground, ground, ground. Atomic God, Grant me clemency. I wasn't born in the shadow of the Church of the Holy Nuke. Sisters past, Please remember me. We're gonna die like dogs in the guts of the city, man And that's the goddamn truth. (If sticks and stones Were healthy bones We'd be right back in 77. We'd be right back, right back in, ah-) All of this Is way too much for me. I wasn't born in the arms of the Church of the Holy Nuke. So Atomic God, Come and bite me. I'm gonna die like a dog in the guts of the city, man And that's the fuckin' truth.

Blood on the streets, I'm killing industries by lunchtime. Am I a demon or a child, child, child, child? I had a keystroke And I can't feel my bright side. Panic into poison, goin' wild, wild, wild, wild. My head is loud. I hear that war. In the silence of a surrounding sea, This has to be important. The streets are burnin' While the city's sinkin'. We're drawing water underground, ground, ground, ground. I read your diary so I know what you're thinkin', Even as the cameras watch you drown, drown, drown, drown. My head is loud. I hear that war. These screaming crowds and lonely streets, Just tell me I'm important. My head is- I had a plan, I had a plan of attack, A plan to make myself whole. With a stake in the case of Sheep v Chongus, I'd bring myself in from the serious cold. I was an outline, I was a voiceless mouth, I made myself out of bread-crusts and toil. Still- Nobody listens, Nobody listens, Nobody listens. Nobody listens, Nobody listens, Nobody listens. My head is loud. I hear that war. I push my story through my teeth. This has to be important. My head is loud. I'm waging war. In the silence of a surrounding sea. Just tell me I'm important. My head is-

Get up Go to work Come home Eat food Grow older daily. Get up Breathe in Breathe out Breathe in Breathe out And watch it go. Mike's a madman, drunk on stasis. Lyra's locked herself in the office. Hera's stuck in grasping fingers. And who are you? Who are you? Look for a resting place. Look for a definitive statement. Try to find some land in the ocean. Try to fight the tide, tide. Get up Go to work Come home Eat food Go to sleep Have nightmares. Get up Breathe in Breathe out Breathe in Breathe out And watch it go. Daniel's made himself into a hammer. Anya's nailed herself to paper. Wiley's in a secret gaol cell. And who are you? Who are you? Can't find no resting place. Can't make a definitive statement. You ain't land, you're ocean, ocean. You ain't the beach, you're the tide, tide. Get up, Go out the door, Dissolvin' more with every step. Dig deep, Face down the horror of the Real, and I- Get up, Ah, who ya gonna be? Be everybody. Just dig deep, Face down the horror of the Real, and I- There ain't no resting place. There ain't no definitive statement. There ain't no resting place. There ain't no definitive statement. Where you gonna go by standing still? Where you gonna go by standing still? Where you gonna go by standing still? You ain't nothing but motion, motion. So many years and waiting still. So many years and waiting still. So many years and waiting still. You ain't nothing but time, time. Can't find no resting place. Can't make a definitive statement. You ain't land, you're ocean, ocean. You ain't the beach, you're the tide, tide.

Well I'm an honest man, So I'll be honest with ya. I heard you talkin' 'bout me. I heard you rabble-rousing. I'd recommend you remember where your bread is buttered. I'd recommend you think before you speak. I'm tryna run a business. This ain't no charity. So when ya make it, who ya make it for? Ya make it for me. You say your hands are hurting, But you can use 'em can't ya? And your feet are hurting, But you can use 'em can't ya? Now your head's hurting, Well I don't need ya thinking. And if your heart's hurting, Oh who really gives a shit? I got ya figured out. I got my fingers in ya. 'Cause when you're sleepin' who ya dreamin' of? You're dreamin' of me. And when you're fearin', who ya fearin' of? You're fearin' of me. And when ya make it, who ya make it for? Ya make it for me. So let's negotiate. You won't like it much. Oh I'm a simple man, I never had a light touch. I know your home address. I feed your family. So when ya make it, who ya make it for? Ya make it for me. Ah, know your place. You wanna organise? But you like workin', don'tcha? Get yer mates together? But you like eatin', don'tcha? As I pay your wage, So too I pay your rent. Insomuch as you exist, Then it's by my consent. And as I give you life, So too I take away. So when ya prayin', who ya prayin' to? Ya prayin' to me. So let's negotiate. You won't like it much. Ever the hatchet-man, I always had a heavy touch. I'll take your fuckin' home. I'll take your family. So when ya make it, who ya make it for? Ya make it for me. Ya make it for me. Ya make it for me. Oh, know your place.

Skerrod's looking up, He's learning all about making bread. There's a second chance on the line If the numbers come in. But the numbers keep running out, Oh everything keeps running out on us. I'll find a place to hide. There's gotta be some place to hide. All my friends are tired. We'll sleep beneath the table. I've been practising my sentimental lines, 'God knows I tried.' Holy hell, I'm tired. Masks off beneath the table. Skerrod, tell me, are we ever gonna live? We're running out of time. Skerrod, come on over, Have a drink, it's what the weekend's for. We can draw the curtains, Turn the TV off and lock the door. Keep your runners on, You never know when the hatchet's gonna come. But we can run and hide. I promise I will find some place to hide. All my friends are tired, And sleep is off the table. I've been practising my sentimental lies, 'God knows we tried.' Holy hell, I'm tired. Masks off beneath the table. Skerrod tell me what your plan is, If we ever make it out alive. (Head down, Be quick, They're coming. Get your message down quick, Be clear, They're coming. Get your message out now, Don't stop, Keep running. Head down, Be quick, They're coming. Get your message down quick, Be clear, They're coming. Get your message out now, Don't stop, Keep running. Keep your head down Be quick, Keep running. Don't stop, Keep running.)

Walls are high, Spirits low. We find our hero stuck in an undertow. This machine Used to know Exactly who to be and where to go. Fees are high, Funds are low. And how to pay, well hell, I may never know. All I want is to know what the charge is. All I want is to speak with the kind. But the maniacs here won't give me a goddamn thing. Couldn't be- Couldn't be anybody but the- Couldn't be anybody but the animal man. Couldn't be- Couldn't be anybody but the- Couldn't be anybody but the animal man. Turn into animal, And burrow higher. They'll burn the forest down Just to get paid. Resurrect the Thylacine, And burrow higher. What do you reckon, then, The garden or the hall? And I'll stay in the village. And I'll live underground. And I'll wait out my life there. And I'll die. The law will see you When the door swings open. And you are welcome To wait, to wait, to wait. The law will see you When Red Peter's spoken. And you are welcome To wait, to wait, to wait. And I'll stay in the village. And I'll work underground. I'll make cider from the apples that grow in the autumn. And I'll die. (I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine. Take it easy, man.) And I'll stay in the village. And I'll work underground. And I'll live out my life there. And I'll

Breeze blows out while the tide comes in. Take a deep breath, but the air is thin. Hear 'em rustle up the back of the woods. Sore-back stand on a hot red beach. Horizon's bending outta reach. I'd be out there if I could. Smoke on the air and the air is thin. Talkin' big but feelin' small. Painted my face like they said I should. Haven't dissolved yet, touch wood. Real short trip but a gut-drop fall. Breeze blows out while the tide comes in. The mountains hide their giant faces. Smoke on the air and the air is cold. Cuttlebone spewed on the old red beach. Gull-food lines from an unread speech. I was never young and I will never be old. Nothin' but space in the cut-back spaces. Painting my face like they said I should. Haven't dissolved yet, touch wood. (touch wood.) Something's underfoot but I don't know what. Saw-back stood while the cuttlefish rot. And I'm standing in the shallows like you said I should. Haven't dissolved yet, touch wood. (touch wood.) What I wouldn't give for a moment that didn't slide into the next one, What I wouldn't give for stillness, oh, What I wouldn't give to hold my breath. What I wouldn't give for a mood that didn't slide into a black one, What I wouldn't give for stillness, oh, What I wouldn't give to hold my breath.

I could not be more exhausted Than this wretched city's daughter. Stone by stone, ignore the havoc, Sew a flag and grow some cabbage. Balance water, balance anger, Get so uptight, uptight, uptight. Tip your hand and hang the orphan Off the crossbeam by the frozen lake. We talked our heads off all damn night, Needed it more than ever. You copped an endless, ugly fight, Carefully sold whatever. No-one here is more exhausted Than this wretched city's daughter. Stones pack high around the old town, Slipping now and fit to fall down. On the stool and taking water, Still so uptight, uptight, uptight. Thank the people, meet the orphan, At the crossbeam by the frozen lake. And did we really talk all night? Needed it more than ever. We copped an endless, ugly fight, Carefully sold whatever. And were we really so uptight? And was it always so damn bright? And were the things we said so wrong? (1, 2, 3, out)

Wake up, After dreamin' 'bout digging up stars in space. There's a hole at the centre of you. There's a hole at the centre of me. Reach into nothing and pull out something, Pull out smoke and just keep going, Rollin' like smoke right back to nothing, Rollin' like smoke right back. 'Cause there's nothing to fear, 'Cause there's nothing there. Well there's nothing to fear, 'Cause there's nothing there. Dragged back- Dragged back to the ocean at the edge of space. You got fission at the centre of you. I got whales at the centre of me. Reach into space and pull out something, Pull out smoke and just keep going, Rollin' like smoke right back to nothing, Rollin' like smoke right back. 'Cause there's nothing to fear, 'Cause there's nothing there. Yeah there's nothing to fear, When there's nothing there. And there's nothing fear, (Reach down and pull new out of nothing.) 'Cause there's nothing there. (Reach down and pull new out of nothing.) Yeah there's nothing to fear, (Reach down and pull new out of nothing.) 'Cause there's nothing there. (Reach down.) Aw fuck, Got your tether in your pockets, Got your meeting in the park, in the rain, goin' through ya. Aw fuck, Got a tether in your teeth, Pull soft, have you come apart lately? Aw fuck, After everything, I am still amazed how fresh the air tastes. Aw fuck, After everything, I am still amazed how fresh this air tastes.

Born in some stranger's body, Dragged up from under the sea. Pulled along those footprints on the ocean bed, Beside the osseous trees. Oh we're comin' 'round again. (I drag my feet around) Tie this sentimental rope around my waist, Drag me 'round again. Reaching up from bony seed, Through trunk and branch to flower, Bending right on back down to seed. Oh we're comin' round.

It's been so long, And you must know by now I'm not coming back. But I see you, Shrinkin' into nothing, just a dot of blue against black. I wanted to find myself. Well, you can really you find yourself, When there is nothing else to find. And I miss you so. It feels like yesterday, We were counting time. And you said your piece, While I swallowed mine, And said, 'I have to go.' Fifteen years of anhedonia, Ten sick days and a compact car. Every day you're drivin', drivin', Never seem to go that far. Nothing seems to work right any more, Nothing seems to make much sense. Packed in tight but always lonely, Six pills a day but always tense. Fifteen years of anhedonia, Ten sick days and a compact car. Can't quite figure out who owns ya, Can't quite find that Northern Star. I had to go. I can't explain, but I had to go, And I see you still, Almost gone, just a dot of blue against black. I started shaking on the launchpad. It was so damn loud. And I wanted to tell you, To tell you I was wrong. And I miss you so. It feels like yesterday, We were counting stars. And I felt so thin, That I could come apart, And I had to go. Fifteen years of anhedonia, Ten sick days and a compact car. Every day you're drivin', drivin', Never seem to go that far. Nothing seems to work right any more, Nothing seems to make much sense. Packed in tight but always lonely, Six pills a day but always tense. Fifteen years of anhedonia, The old pink slip and a six month lease. Comin' up short and laughing, laughing, Laughin' 'til you're sick at the thought of peace. Start to panic in the break room, Break down when you're in the car. Try to sleep but no such luck so Death wish on that Northern Star. Fifteen years of anhedonia, Payments on that fucking car. Can't quite figure out who owns ya, Can't quite find that Northern Star. Every day you're drivin', drivin', Never seem to go that far. Can't quite figure out who owns ya, Can't quite find that Northern Star. Well you can really find yourself When there is nothing else to find. Well you can really find yourself When there is nothing else to find. Well you can really find yourself When there is nothing else to find. Well you can really find yourself When there is nothing else to find. Well you can really find yourself When there is nothing else to find. Well you can really find yourself When there is nothing else to find. And I miss you so.