Too much time spent at work, Too much time spent Workin' on, workin' on, workin' on drinking. Long week out, long weekend, Try to hit it tough. Shoulda taken things slow, Now I'm feelin' rough I'm feelin' rough. Tools down, liquor up, Gotta push. I'm makin' up, makin' up, makin' up time. Can't shake the feeling that I died in that tent And now I'm DMT dreamin', I'm dreamin' myself. I'm feelin' rough. Feelin' pretty rough. Too much time spent at work, Too much time spent Workin' on, workin' on, workin' on drinking. Can't shake the feeling that I died in that tent And now I'm DMT dreamin', I'm dreamin' myself. I'm feelin' rough. Feelin' pretty rough. Too much time spent at work, Too much time spent Workin' on, workin' on, workin' on drinking. Long weekend, long week out, Try to face it tough. Shoulda taken things slow, Now I'm feelin' rough.

I got into an argument with Sketch about Margaret Court. Started on a very safe topic, or so I thought. I say, 'Sketch tell me something about yourself, 'Cause we just met and I don't know you very well.' He says, 'Well I'm the best truck driver in the state And you commie fascists wanna take a champion's pride away!' Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on. (Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.) Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on. (Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.) To be fair, he told me he was private and I egged him on, 'Cause I was tryna figure out if he had a favourite movie, book or song. I say, 'Sketch I'm only trying to learn about your hobbies.' He says, 'Just what I'd expect from the dole bludger lobby.' I say, 'What's the dole got to do with homophobic tennis?' And he says, 'You know.' But I don't. Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on. (Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.) Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on. (What the fuck are you talking about?) I dunno how we got here. This conversation's outta control. I was tryna be friendly, But now Sketch is on a roll - He says, 'This is why I only really talk to my friends.' I say, 'Nah man it's because you only talk to your friends.' And I insult him as I leave and then I feel like an arsehole, But at least I'm not as much of an arsehole as Margaret Court. Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on. (Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.) Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on. (Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.) Ah well, Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on. (Margaret Court's an arsehole; What the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.) Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on. (What the fuck are you on about?)

Sure boss, I know, You gotta work to get paid it's true. Hard yards, Grindstone, You're always sayin' you gotta pay your dues. But now, Fair's fair. It's time for you to do something too. So why Don'tcha Go and take a flying fuck at the moon? Ah, Take an up and go fuck At a rolling donut. Open up your wings and Absolutely go nuts. Do us all a favour, Gather up your friends And Take a flying fuck at the moon. We could Argue About decorum and entitled youth. Or how Boutcha Go and take a flying fuck at the moon? Ah, Take an up and go fuck At a rolling donut. Open up your wings and Absolutely go nuts. Do us all a favour, Gather up your friends And Take a flying fuck at the moon. Ah your shit's not Selling. Well, there's only one thing to do. So why Don'tcha Go and take a flying fuck at the moon.

Oh I washed the ink-stains from my hands today, and I made myself pointlessly useful, I Feel guilty all the time. So tell me, why are none of these fuckers feeling anything? As long as I get to sleep by 10am I'll be fine. I was told there'd be more than this, But I've been sleeping all the time. Well my pillow is a magnet And my head is a forty ton iron weight, But I swear one day when chaos comes knockin' It'll find me wide awake. Oh the arsehole from dispatch called again today, He told me that if he were my boss, He'd have me fired. I said, 'Yeah, well if I were your king I'd see you hang, But we ain't each other's masters.' Oh when the chairman calls my name I'd Better have my excuses right in line. I was told there'd be more than this, But I've been sleeping all the time. Well my pillow is a magnet And my head is a forty ton iron weight, But I swear one day when chaos comes knockin' It'll find me wide awake. Someone said there'd be more than this, But I've been sleeping all the time. Well my bed is a magnet And my body is a forty ton iron weight, But I swear one day when chaos comes knockin' It'll find me on my feet and wide awake.

He likes the brush He doesn't really care for being picked up But he will tolerate it If you respect him. He likes a pat He likes to roll around on his fat back But he ain't playing man So don't disrespect him. Pequeño gato con músculos Pequeño gato con músculos Él podría golpear a tu papá Él va a golpear a tu papá He hates the tradies When the tradies come around He will hide behind the couch For the tradies' protection. And when they're gone he'll come out screaming Like, 'Yeah that's right!' Don't try to test My pugilistic perfection. Pequeño gato con músculos Pequeño gato con músculos Él podría golpear a tu papá Él va a golpear a tu papá When he's hungry he will knock shit off the table. When he's hungry he will knock shit off the table. When he's hungry he will knock shit off the table. When he's hungry he will knock shit off the table. It's 5am you gotta feed him, ah. It's 5am you gotta feed him, ah. It's 5am you gotta feed him, ah. It's 5am you gotta feed him, ah. Pequeño gato con músculos Pequeño gato con músculos Él podría golpear a tu papá Él va a golpear a tu papá

When we were young we ate our fill. But now it's picket faces, all the blades turned red. I look like a dick when I wear a suit and don't I know. God knows I tried. Out the front door, down the step. I could be more or less anyone I know. You look like a dick when you wear a suit and you don't know. God knows I tried. But all these anchors get me down. All these anchors get me down. Man your angles bring me down, So pack your shit and leave town. Up and out with your Sunday best on, Up and out with your Sunday best on, Up and out with your Sunday best on, Your Sunday best on. One day I'll write something honest. I'm scared I'll die before I ever even exist. I wanna speak before I fall silent And blow away. You've got chips across your shoulders. You've got school dirt on your hands and on your face. There was a time I thought we knew each other, And so I tried. But all these anchors get me down. All these anchors get me down. Boy your angles bring me down, So pack your shit and leave town. Up and out with your Sunday best on, Up and out with your Sunday best on, Up and out with your Sunday best on, That stupid fucking vest on. But all these anchors get me down. All these anchors get me down. Man your angles bring me down, So pack your shit and leave town. Up and out with your Sunday best on, Up and out with your Sunday best on, Up and out with your Sunday best on, That stupid fucking vest on.

I'm under empty and I am not at my best, I ain't at my best. I've been driving for way too long and now, I need a rest, I need a rest. Oh give it up and start again. Just give it up and start over. Yeah come on now, I've had enough. Just come on now, I've had enough. But with some proper rest A drink and cigarettes When I'm at my best Then I can start again Yeah I can start again Yeah I can start again Yeah I can start again