Appetite for Reproduction

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released July 1, 2011

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Track Name: Appetite for Reproduction
Well I've got an appetite for reproduction
Can't get my mind around reuse or reduction
Put em' on conveyor belts and send them out the door
Doesn't matter what it is, I want more
The food I eat just tastes like plastic
The pants I own need more elastic
Make it easy and make it fast
The things I buy ain't built to last

Will we make up our minds
When we gonna give it up
Will we make up our minds
When's it gonna be enough

See the sun setting hot
On the have's and have-not's
While we sit round arguing
If you believe it or not
The only home that we've got
Time is really running out

Well I've been burning fossil fuels, melting all the ice
Don't really care cause my hair looks nice
Dependence on oil makes me feel slick
GM food is making me sick
The lights are on but no-body's home
Why use china when there's styrofoam?
Can't stand the heat turn the air con up
Let's make more people now the planet is fucked

Well I've been looking for a cure, a miracle pill
The state of my existence is making me ill
Hanging round my neck like a ball and chain
Burning up my thoughts like acid rain
Track Name: Make Some Noise
You want to make some noise
You're hyper paranoid
Although you think you're boss
Your southern makes me cross

You wanna you wanna make some noise
You wanna you wanna love it or leave it boys

I saw our Aussie pride
Washed out on Cronulla's tide
Your southern makes me cross
Flag waving nationalist toss
Track Name: Chickentown
Come on down to chicken town your spot is guaranteed (I don't think so!)
Come discuss your DA and we'll put it through for free (I don't think so!)
Rejuvenate, revitalise, it's what this town needs (I don't think so!)
Knock it down, this chicken town your spot is guaranteed (I don't think so!)

Oh in chicken town, corruption apathy
Oh in chicken town, your back door guarantee
Oh in chicken town we've trashed our history

Stand up now with me
Question chicken town with me
I-C-A-C, corruption apathy
Come on down to chicken town
An Oxley moron runs this town'
Selling out our town for free
Stand up now with me
Knocking down our history
Track Name: Rock Show
On the stage, on the screen
Whatever fits into your current scene
What a chance, in a band
Got a six string and a broken van

What a talent, so unique
And I'm sold out to the rock show
What a chance, some kind of freak
And I'm sold out to the rock show rock show rock show
Sold out to the rock show

Here I go, second hand
Every riff is from another band
On the stage, I command
Fickle fashion for the weekend fans

Oh yeah! Here we go! C'mon!

Here we go, on repeat
And I've sold out to the rock show
Here we go, band of the week
And I've sold out to the rock show
What a talent, now I'm complete
And I've sold out to the rock show
What a chance, some kind of freak
And I'm sold out to the rock show rock show rock show
Sold out to the rock show

Ba da dup x 2

Rock show
Track Name: Mrs Slave
She wants a new life
Something with attitude
Don't wanna be no wife
Don't wanna cook no food
Don't wanna baste no ribs
Don't wanna feed no kids
She wants to be unchained
From being Mrs Slave

I want a new life (new life!)
Something with attitude (new life!)
Don't wanna be no wife
Don't wanna cook no food
Don't wanna waste my days (new life!)
In cleaning product haze (new life!)
Don't wanna be unpaid
For being Mrs Slave

Mrs Slave
Are you engaged?
Oh Mrs Slave
Mrs Slave
Track Name: A Band Room of One's Own
Long ago, in a time when women all wore bloomers
A woman wrote about her life, of controversial rumours
Fighting for a better deal
Making space for the sisterhood

Do the dishes, mind the stew
Don't mess with books and papers
To raise bare walls, from bare earth
Was all that they could do
Branded with blue stockings
Making space for the sisterhood

In a room of one's own

Mighty poet's misery
That's the burden of song
In the back room, off the stage
A burden held too long

Marching with blue stockings
Call me any name you please

There's no arm to cling to
There's no book to sing to
Cats don't go to heaven
Women can't write Zeppelin

Without a band room of one's own

Find the book to sing to
You've got arms to cling to
Even poor and unknown
You are never alone

In a room, in my room
In a room of one's own
Track Name: Disease
I got this fever back in 1977
Punk rock it saved me from a life without direction
Now I am older and there's nothing I can do
This thing is killing me, it's killing you

It's like a disease
Oh you can't take the rock out of me
It's like a disease
I'm on my knees
Oh you can't take the rock out of me

Well in the 80s rock and roll was in a drought
And by the 90s my back was giving out
From hauling gear to gigs that never paid
But look at me, I'm still on stage

It's like a disease
Oh you can't take the rock out of me
It's like a disease
I'm on my knees
Oh you can't take the rock out of me

It's in my fingers
It's in my toes
It's in my tits
Man, it's up my nose
I'll make it up as I go along
But hey, that's just rock n roll
LET'S GO!!
Track Name: Whiskey Lovin' Woman
Well let me tell you a story
About a girl I know
Quiet meek and mild
You'd never even know
Whiskey makes her crazy
Whiskey makes her scream
Whiskey always makes her night
Something to be seen

She's gonna break your heart
Break your legs in two
When she 's got that whiskey cravin'
Nothing you can do

Tip the bottle up
Give it to her straight
There's no point in stopping now
It's too late

Independent woman, doesn't need no man
Likes to live it up whenever she can
Whiskey lovin' woman, night has just begun
Friday night's a pissup
Heading out for fun
(She's got us on the run)

It's getting close to midnight and the look is in her eyes
Have another whiskey and it's easy to decide
Grabs a tambourine and now she's jumping round the floor
Track Name: Stuck In The City
Got into central 'bout quarter past five
The trains are late but they're never on time
Went down to George st for something to eat
Places to go and people to meet

It was ten when I got to the show
Rockin' out in the front row
Had to escape, get out of my rut
Expensive beer in a cheap plastic cup

Back in the city, back in the city

Well it was great and things started to shift
Too many posers with their 6ft quiffs
While drinking beer and catching up with some mates
I didn't realise it was getting real late
The encore started I was checking the time
Gotta get out, got to break through the line
I'll never make it back home at this rate
I've got to catch the 11:38!

(oh no!) Stuck in the city
(oh no!) Stuck in the city
(oh!) Came for a good time
(no!) So I could unwind
But now I'm stuck in the city
(oh!) Came for a good time
(no!) I'm gonna lose (blow) my mind
Now I'm stuck in the city

The last train is gone
Stuck in the city
The last train is gone.... oh no!

Guess I'll be sleeping at central tonight.... good night!
Track Name: Never Surrender
Why the obsession with this need
To fill your life with endless greed
While others scratch a life
You drive your four wheel drive'Home to your giant plasma screen

Switch off your bad day
You know you're not happy
Switch off your bad day
Working for the man
While we all accept
The mediocre status quo
You've never felt so low

You know you're never going to please
Not on your feet, you're on your knees
They tell you how to strive
What do you feel inside
Never surrender what you dream

Will you never surrender your lifestyle, your mobile phone
Never surrender the excess, the massive home
Never surrender your feeling you're all alone
Never surrender
Track Name: I Can Still Taste You
Some people are searching for a heart of gold
Some people are lookin' for someone to grow old
Some people are huntin' for a love that's so true
But I'd trade it all, for just one more taste of you

(And) I can still taste you in my mouth
I can still taste you
I can still taste you in my mouth
Where did you go?

Well I've travelled this whole wide world
Done the capital cruise
London, New York, Paris and Rome
And Ouagadougou too
I've sampled all the replacements
Hell, I've had nothing to lose
But nothing ever fills me up
Just as much as you

I know I took you for granted
Thought you'd always be around
Oh curry bean curd from Nusantara
Are you ever to be found?
Oh basil fried noodle of perfection
Oh not bacon with the rind
Oh red curry bean rendang
Guess it's the search that keeps us alive
Track Name: Wollongong
Baby's got a big gun
Baby's got a big gun
Baby's got her skates on now
Baby's got a big gun
All the way from Wollongong
Baby's never been top dog

Baby's got a big gun
Baby's got a big gun
Baby's got her skates on now
Baby's got a big gun
All the way from Wollongong
Baby's never been top dog

She's a full tilt rockin' machine
And she never keeps her motor clean
(And she's got steel city dreams)
no no no no no no no no no
not a babymachine
Are you talking to me?

Baby's got a big gun
Baby's got a big gun
Baby's got her skates on now
Baby's like a big bomb
Packs a thousand megatonnes
Baby's gonna be top dog

She'll never leave the Gong
That's where she's from
Straight down the F6
That's where she belongs

Baby's like a time bomb
Watch her explode!