Paroles Long Lunch de The Herd

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Top dog settled at Kirribilli house
Give me a can of kerosene and it get liberally doused
Miserable louts
You made my home a target for terrorists
And we created wealth and then we see you not sharing it
You be staring down the barrel of some pissed off youths
If you hypocrites on fire they wouldn't piss on you
They saw you and your cronies all wrought in the system
So they wrought the dole and asked what's the fuckin difference?
Only a couple of million not counting the super
And then if you want less than 50G you out of the loop
Like the rich you got the better tax accountants
Like the ones who made a molehill our of Packer's mountains
So for six years counting I haven't paid a cent
And if my HECS debt hit I couldn't pay the rent
Don't forget that these cunts have got a free education
Like the same ones that talk of mutual obligation

Lay back and take the pay packed
Top dogs all play the same bracket
Long lunches, cars and hotels
The boss don't know so don't tell
x2

He rode the elevator to the seventh floor
Sweaty palms, collar tight as he walked into the board room
Trying to look convincing in his in fitting suit
He took his place before the panel for the job interview
Now how could you contribute the questions game
He's only in it for the loot but he's still playin the game
And telling them, what they wanted to hear
Bout how the advertised appointment was his dream career
The office monkey, he got the job
Prey partition, grey desk, grey suit, grey hair, grey position
Great hustles, he had the promos in the post
After hours photocopying the flyers for shows
Long distance phone calls international faxes
But soon his actions caught his manager's eye
Written warning, last chance he was put on probation
Fine fire me he said but think about the piece your taking when you

Lay back and take the pay packed
Top dogs all play the same bracket
Long lunches, cars and hotels
The boss don't know so don't tell
x2

(frankly, I'm just about sick to death of it
There's no corruption story, I'm not gonna step down I'm not gonna resign there�s nothing, there's nothing there
I'm not gonna resign anyway over a good deed
There's no corruption, it's simply an act of good faith)

Look me in the eye and say you never saw it coming

By any means nothing
We stand tall but my minimum wage keeps cutting
You wedge me in and expect me to watch you keep cutting

You can consider this a tribute to the shit that you pay
Casualty rates
Lower the conditions no one even feels for the place
You can have your caviar man ill keep my crumbs
Paycheques that pay salary ill manually add sums
So bang your hand drum, take production offshore

You're wanting me to be loyal to this chain?
This bullshit name paying me this short change?
People, have their revenge range
you know what I'm saying we speak the same

Lay back and take the pay packed
Top dogs all play the same bracket
Long lunches, cars and hotels
The boss don't know so don't tell
x2

(Thanks to Aidan for these lyrics)

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